My Cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

You got your cup, I got my cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

You got your cup, I got my cup

One of these players is doing they own thing

And some of these players is kinda the same

One of these players is unlike the others

Now it's time to spit my game

I'm leaning, I got that purple colors brightness

Ms. Buttersworth up in my white cup, white cup

Codeine'ing, dropping that Swishahouse groove music

And I'm fucked up, and I'm fucked up

A player's sweating, shoot dice up under the staircase

Talking hella loud, grabbing his balls and side betting like a veteran

All my weeples just come hard, reach into my pockets

Pulled out a wad of money and I threw my dogs up on it

It's expected 'cause way back when I couldn't afford

When a player like me was leaking, had my back like a spinal chord

Now that I'm eating, the game done blessed me man

Everyday is my birthday, I'm about that ice cream and cake

Looking for a batch with no pan and

I'm a guerrilla meals must like Brandy

Like the R and B singer, Christian brothers twist

Getting gone, plastic cup in the traffic bumping this

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

You got your cup, I got my cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

You got your cup, I got my cup

Hickory dickory dock

I dick the boost down with my dock

I was on stuck, she was on top

Pour me some more in my cup

We working with a lot, can't let 'em catch us slipping

Can't sit the cup down, can't let 'em know we tripping

I'ma keep a cup, full of check-a-hater juice

Eyes behind my head, can't let 'em catch me loose

He's a fool, usually wanting to put it on me

Got a low attention span, and the average can't afford me

I'm a boss chick, like that-that-that, that-that

And you boss E, uh I got your back

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

You got your cup, I got my cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

You got your cup, I got my cup

Head, shoulders, knees and toes

Pimps, players, hustlers, hoes

Simps, haters, busters, marks

Saps, suckers, haters, sars

Well, I'm at a park, at a club after dark

At a football game, your gate in the parking lot

Them hoochies know my name, I'm not a popsicle

But a fool, can you do the other side of the pimp

Stick and move, all about my uh paper route

When I'm drunk, that's when my true feelings come out

I ain't no punk, you got your easmic stuff

Plus some funk, in real life I'll fuck you up

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

You got your cup, I got my cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

You got your cup, I got my cup