Stuck on the Couch (Intro)
Snare
Now I'ma fuck on these hoes, I'ma smoke on my weed
I can't give two fucks 'bout what you niggas think
Real nigga in your face, pussy, better not blink
I'll drink this shit up if it's purple or pink
I'ma fuck on these hoes, I'ma smoke on my weed
I can't give two fucks about what you niggas think
Real nigga in your face, pussy, better not blink
I'll drink this shit up if it's purple or pink
As I slowly sip my cup, I gather all of my thoughts
Time movin' real fast, I'm movin' slower than a sloth
Tell the niggas, "Fuck with me, I'm comin' straight from the south"
East side of the M where this real nigga found
If you niggas got a problem, go on and bring your ass down
Goddamn, I'm sick and tired of these motherfuckin' clowns
I'ma have to paint 'em up since that's what they about
Had some motherfuckin' secrets hidin' in your damn house
But I'ma keep it real long as you shut your mouth
Poppin' pills, gettin' trippy at my grandmother house
Boy, you better keep up, think I kinda slowed you down
Like you want some mixed pills, and you po'd up an ounce
I'ma fuck on these hoes, I'ma smoke on my weed
I can't give two fucks about what you niggas think
Real nigga in your face, pussy, better not blink
I'll drink this shit up if it's purple or pink
Now I'ma fuck on these hoes, I'ma smoke on my weed
I can't give two fucks 'bout what you niggas think
Real nigga in your face, pussy, better not blink
I'll drink this shit up if it's purple or pink
I'ma fuck on these hoes, I'ma smoke on my weed
I can't give two fucks about what you niggas think
Real nigga in your face, pussy, better not blink
I'll drink this shit up if it's purple or pink
As I slowly sip my cup, I gather all of my thoughts
Time movin' real fast, I'm movin' slower than a sloth
Tell the niggas, "Fuck with me, I'm comin' straight from the south"
East side of the M where this real nigga found
If you niggas got a problem, go on and bring your ass down
Goddamn, I'm sick and tired of these motherfuckin' clowns
I'ma have to paint 'em up since that's what they about
Had some motherfuckin' secrets hidin' in your damn house
But I'ma keep it real long as you shut your mouth
Poppin' pills, gettin' trippy at my grandmother house
Boy, you better keep up, think I kinda slowed you down
Like you want some mixed pills, and you po'd up an ounce
I'ma fuck on these hoes, I'ma smoke on my weed
I can't give two fucks about what you niggas think
Real nigga in your face, pussy, better not blink
I'll drink this shit up if it's purple or pink
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Travis
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