Pour A Dos
In the back of the Rolls
We going to let it roll
Oh, oh
I was walking slow, maybe seated
Ask my fucking bros, where we eating
Uh, Addy for the road but I'm focused on my Nina (on my Nin')
Riding on the boat, feel like I drowned in the marina
Pour a dos in my cup, let it roast
Sliding with it we got' let it fucking roll (let it roll)
Got a charger for the pack of antidote (antidote)
Remove the tag from the neck of the coat (of the coat)
Hit me up, hit you back
She just got a tat and the tat on her back
It's a rose pedal covered with a flag
I was so-so so but now I love it when I hit it from the back
She love to question my loyalty
But she's just searching for them lawyer fees
She wanna be my baby mama but
I'm Gucci with the Prada
And I don't have time for all that drama
I just got my mind settled on those commas
And I'm running from her like a ticking bomber, yeah
(The industry)
The industry they sleeping on me right in they pajamas
I was walking slow, maybe seated
Ask my fucking bros, where we eating
Uh, Addy for the road but I'm focused on my Nina (on my Nin')
Riding on the boat, feel like I drowned in the marina
Pour a dos in my cup, let it roast
Sliding with it we got' let it fucking roll (let it roll)
Got a charger for the pack of antidote (antidote)
Remove the tag from the neck of the coat (of the coat)
Straight, straight up out the barber and we cutting bloods
Brought a forty in my bag I just brought out the bus
Feel the marina with them Nina's and we finally bust
Put some Fanta in my cup and then I make it mud
This that double cup habit
All that water got my racer's turning rabid
Feel it down my body, serving up that static
Margot Robbie got me begging for a sabbath
You taste like honey from the steep tree
I'm running up budgets take a cheap treat
I'm getting lost, lost, lost how the fuck you couldn't meet me
Cheated on me with a lame I call that cheap meat
I was walking slow, maybe seated
Ask my fucking bros, where we eating
Uh, Addy for the road but I'm focused on my Nina (on my Nin')
Riding on the boat, feel like I drowned in the marina
Pour a dos in my cup, let it roast
Sliding with it we got' let it fucking roll (let it roll)
Got a charger for the pack of antidote (antidote)
Remove the tag from the neck of the coat (of the coat)
Jo, you're drunk, okay you're drunk
Give me your keys
We going to let it roll
Oh, oh
I was walking slow, maybe seated
Ask my fucking bros, where we eating
Uh, Addy for the road but I'm focused on my Nina (on my Nin')
Riding on the boat, feel like I drowned in the marina
Pour a dos in my cup, let it roast
Sliding with it we got' let it fucking roll (let it roll)
Got a charger for the pack of antidote (antidote)
Remove the tag from the neck of the coat (of the coat)
Hit me up, hit you back
She just got a tat and the tat on her back
It's a rose pedal covered with a flag
I was so-so so but now I love it when I hit it from the back
She love to question my loyalty
But she's just searching for them lawyer fees
She wanna be my baby mama but
I'm Gucci with the Prada
And I don't have time for all that drama
I just got my mind settled on those commas
And I'm running from her like a ticking bomber, yeah
(The industry)
The industry they sleeping on me right in they pajamas
I was walking slow, maybe seated
Ask my fucking bros, where we eating
Uh, Addy for the road but I'm focused on my Nina (on my Nin')
Riding on the boat, feel like I drowned in the marina
Pour a dos in my cup, let it roast
Sliding with it we got' let it fucking roll (let it roll)
Got a charger for the pack of antidote (antidote)
Remove the tag from the neck of the coat (of the coat)
Straight, straight up out the barber and we cutting bloods
Brought a forty in my bag I just brought out the bus
Feel the marina with them Nina's and we finally bust
Put some Fanta in my cup and then I make it mud
This that double cup habit
All that water got my racer's turning rabid
Feel it down my body, serving up that static
Margot Robbie got me begging for a sabbath
You taste like honey from the steep tree
I'm running up budgets take a cheap treat
I'm getting lost, lost, lost how the fuck you couldn't meet me
Cheated on me with a lame I call that cheap meat
I was walking slow, maybe seated
Ask my fucking bros, where we eating
Uh, Addy for the road but I'm focused on my Nina (on my Nin')
Riding on the boat, feel like I drowned in the marina
Pour a dos in my cup, let it roast
Sliding with it we got' let it fucking roll (let it roll)
Got a charger for the pack of antidote (antidote)
Remove the tag from the neck of the coat (of the coat)
Jo, you're drunk, okay you're drunk
Give me your keys
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Writer(s): Josiah Nichols
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