Getting Even

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(Jxckk just want a drink)

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My fiend off the boy tryna fight his girl

I fucked your bitch for free, I ain't buy the world

I ran out of drank, I'm goin' by Earl's

Auntie ain't pickin' up her phone, I don't like Pearl

I just want a nut, I feel like a squirrel

I know a trans'll beat your ass, he don't fight with girls

This bitch an alcoholic, no matter how much she drink, she is not gon' hurl

My **** liftin' weights, do pull-ups, but he don't like curls

This meal came from Facebook, we ain't goin' out

Bro missed court then left town, he got a warrant now

Nah, them ain't fireworks, ignore the sound

My opp mama put some flyers up and we tore 'em down

A **** try to sell me some cut lean and I'ma pour it out

Bitch got some good pussy, so I wore it out

I smoke exotic weed, they need to put me up in Rolling Loud

Gave my white boy an eighth, but he asked for a quarter-ounce

Damn, E, why you short him like that?

Rob a **** on a plane, that's a hijack

It's too many roadblocks, we gotta fly back

I made a wrong turn, but now I'm on the right path

Catch a flight with some hoes to get some 'bows, we— alright

Catch a flight with some hoes to get some 'bows, we made 'em drive back

Bitch texted a long paragraph, I didn't write back

I know a **** that was thinkin' with his dick and got his life snatched

When you tryna mix it up, you gotta press hard

My lil' **** in the field like Brett Favre

Ridin' 'round with some bullshit, so I left the car

I don't got no cash on me, do you accept a card?

Damn, this my last resort

Called E for some drank, but he ain't had no more

White boy up the street look like Zack Morris

You can bring your gun in, just go through the back door

My **** got set up by his mans, he got backdoored

Told Rose I ain't had no drank, I still had a four

Everybody got they hand out, that's why I act poor

A **** tried to buy the last ounce of weed I got and got taxed for it

Auntie tried to charge me eight— alright

Auntie tried to charge me eight hundred for an eight of red, I gave her crack for it

My fiend called with a script of Percs, gave him a pack for it

He was too high, almost shot his dumbass because he act 'noid

(Jxckk just want a drink)