Drunk and Nasty
Drunk and nasty
Life treat my like shit
Poppin like a done m killer
Count ma peaper like m drug diller
Being with a boss nigga
How do you feel
Wait and find out
Hoes, hoes, what m supposed to do
I don't even do this
But why the fuck im even trying
My soul made to rap but now she's dying
You never gonna see me crying
I do it behind close doors
Im not lying
Huh But am still trying
Damn
This bitsh still talking shit about me (Am a done)
But why the fuck your name still poping on ma phone
Drunk and nasty
Life treat my like shit
Poppin like a done m killer
Count ma peaper like m drug diller
Being with a boss nigga
How do you feel
Wait and find out
Hoes, hoes, what m supposed to do
Stack my racks up cuz I'm puttin' work in
She popped that dick til she said it hurtin'
You're wrong
For me raps come easy
I feel like two chains or wheezy
Just belive me just come and see me
I hear you talking, say it twice so I know you meant it
Fuck it, I don't even tint it, they should know who's in it
I'm authentic, real name, no gimmicks
No game, no scrimmage, I ain't playin' with you niggas at all
Pound cake, i grow up with
Am from the culture
Real hustler, Show up then you know
Drunk and nasty
Life treat my like shit
Poppin like a done m killer
Count ma peaper like m drug diller
Being with a boss nigga
How do you feel
Wait and find out
Hoes, hoes, what m supposed to do
Life treat my like shit
Poppin like a done m killer
Count ma peaper like m drug diller
Being with a boss nigga
How do you feel
Wait and find out
Hoes, hoes, what m supposed to do
I don't even do this
But why the fuck im even trying
My soul made to rap but now she's dying
You never gonna see me crying
I do it behind close doors
Im not lying
Huh But am still trying
Damn
This bitsh still talking shit about me (Am a done)
But why the fuck your name still poping on ma phone
Drunk and nasty
Life treat my like shit
Poppin like a done m killer
Count ma peaper like m drug diller
Being with a boss nigga
How do you feel
Wait and find out
Hoes, hoes, what m supposed to do
Stack my racks up cuz I'm puttin' work in
She popped that dick til she said it hurtin'
You're wrong
For me raps come easy
I feel like two chains or wheezy
Just belive me just come and see me
I hear you talking, say it twice so I know you meant it
Fuck it, I don't even tint it, they should know who's in it
I'm authentic, real name, no gimmicks
No game, no scrimmage, I ain't playin' with you niggas at all
Pound cake, i grow up with
Am from the culture
Real hustler, Show up then you know
Drunk and nasty
Life treat my like shit
Poppin like a done m killer
Count ma peaper like m drug diller
Being with a boss nigga
How do you feel
Wait and find out
Hoes, hoes, what m supposed to do
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Writer(s): Young Yas
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