Bucket of Paint

My cup like a bucket of paint

Your bitch had a bottle of drank

Your bitch (?)

Your bitch (?), yuh

Keep going, **** where's your place

Two Glocks' pointed at your face

Still going, till I' get pay

Lil bitch, movin' out my way, I'm gone

(Karma's a bitch, but not Karma Rhythm

He's, hard as fuck. Don't ask me how I know that)

My cup like a bucket of paint

Your bitch had enough of the drank

Your bitch had enough of the game

Your bitch had enough of the gang, yuh

Keep going, **** at your place

Two Glocks' pointed at your face

Still going, till I' get pay

Lil bitch, movin' out my way, I'm gone

Pockets full when I come back home

I can't see the moonlight, yeah

You only up until you fall

You only hit until you not

In the kitchen banging on these pots

How the fuck these lil' **** act like a ton

They prayin' that we not on top

I put him in a dirt, let him rot (yeah)

Yeah (yeah, yeah)

Let him rot, I got (?), I can't beg she still on mine

This shit sport, can't steal my grind

Holy stole like hell of my time

My soul flow, just like (?)

And I'm everything they not

My cup pay, yeah (woah, fshh)

My cup is red (brr, hmph)

Boy he a bitch, she get yo' head, yeah

I'm in AT, yeah (bua)

I'm in LA (bua)

Put em' in a phone call, I got that guap a lot (hmph)

Pull up, double cup like a starphone (ah)

And I'm with this bitch, finna' take her home (ho-home)

She suck my dick while I mix, I ain't go like "get me on my throat"

Finna' build an air pot

If you build it they gon' come, if you build it they gon' come

Boy this bitch cause she gon' cum

I'm (?) my fingers, tweet up deep, tweep up thumb, yeah

Pulled up with the switches, I guess you turnt up

And we empty out the clip, yeah we empty out the trunk

And this bitch, give me bread, or sum' (Kill yourself)

My cup like a bucket of paint

Your bitch had enough of the drank

Your bitch had enough of the game

Your bitch had enough of the gang, yuh

Keep going, **** at your place

Two Glocks' pointed at your face

Still going, till I' get pay

Lil bitch, movin' out my way, I'm gone

Pockets full when I come back home

I can't see the moonlight, yeah

You only up until you fall

You only hit until you not

In the kitchen banging on these pots

How the fuck these lil' **** act like a ton

They prayin' that we not on top

I put him in a dirt, let him rot (yeah)

Yeah (yeah, yeah)

Let him rot, I got (?), I can't beg she still on mine

This shit sport, can't steal my grind

Holy stole like hell of my time

My soul flow, just like (?)

And I'm everything they not