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retch - not to mention lyrics

[verse 1]
50 xans and like 40 blunts
i got 30 b-tches, all 20 something
my lil bruvva, he got a mac-10
and i’m strapped too, get the semi busting
n-gga i, i’ll leave you dead n-gga
gotcha momma singing them slow songs
i’m off 2 cups and like 3 percs
sipping red-dot, bet i’m so gone
i don’t usually party, i be in the trap
tryna get them racks, and stay low dog
but if i’m on the scene you know i’m on my flee
hat to f-cking feet, i be so worn
don’t even ask, you know it’s ‘lo on
your b-tch kinda bad, i’ma smash it
walked in the spot with the ratchet
that’s just a case for the static
i turn to shyne, let ’em have it
hoes get to ducking around
i get to busting around
i might go puff on a pound
n-ggas was hating before
they tryna f-ck with me now
ain’t it so sad
n-ggas, they ain’t got no shame
f-ck going on in they brain
b-tches gon’ get what they get
i po’d a fo’ with them zips
i might just go crack the whip
i might just go crash the whip
i’m driving as fast as it get
i’m getting as high as i can
wake up with pills and that drank
wake up, i’m sipping that drank
whipping that benz, blowing stank
ya bm a thot, she swallow d-ck on the reg
whipping the bm, she giving me head
po’ out some lean for my n-ggas that’s dead
po’ out some lean for the dearly departed
they thought i fell off, sh-t, i barely done started
i came with some n-ggas, these n-ggas r-t-rded
they shoot you in public, give f-ck ’bout no charges
feds they hop out, they hop out of them chargers
these n-ggas they start tucking, and ducking, and dodging
young boy gon’ throw his tec right in the bush
i’m counting up bands and i’m smoking on kush, n-gga

[hook]
i been blowing loud in them trenches and i’m strapped
p-ssy n-gga, not to mention
p-ssy n-gga, not to mention
i be in the crowd of the benches waiting for ’em
tryna catch that p-ssy slipping
tryna catch that p-ssy slipping, n-gga
a hunnit f-cking pounds of the sticky
i might f-ck around and break it down in fifty’s
f-ck around and break it down
i might po’ a dr. brown with my n-ggas, sipping muddy
while we creeping through the city
sipping muddy through your area

[verse 2]
i been blowing loud in the trenches and i’m strapped
p-ssy n-gga, not to mention
you can bet i got it on me
we ain’t playing round with the business
chasing p-ssy n-ggas down, jumping fences
these p-ssy n-ggas get exposed
hit the store for some fanta’s, i don’t really do sprites
and since they got some new tec we charging 7 for the pint
half a perc, now i’m bent
half a xanny, now i’m bent
whole xanny, now i’m bent
po’ up a deuce, & do it again
po’ up a deuce, & do it again
po’ up a deuce, & do it again
po’ up a 6th of that drank and i’m bent
po’ up a 6th of that juice and amen
i had a dream i was driving a benz
woke up and sold the whole thing to my man
this drank got me going, they sayin’ im on tilt
still busting plays while we out in the field
whole bunch of sour and g packs of pills
whole bunch of sour and g packs of pills
these n-ggas they sour they hate me so real
still smoking gasoline right out the zip
my b-tch, yeah, she fresh off the boat
i want a million off xannies and c0ke
i want a million off mollies and dope
trapping balenci, praying them police don’t get me

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