Humbly Venting

Now who the fuck is Big Drice?

Yeah

What up, Drice?

I ain't smoked a wood and it's been all day

Yeah, that's probably why I been cutting into ****

They use that shit against you, that's why I don't really vent to bitches

It's one pocket full, it's all blues, so it's a fifty in it

Cup full of trishy in it

A laptop bag but I got a blicky in it

Unemployment checks, man, I know you **** miss them bitches

Throw him a couple dollars, I'm finna humbly shit on ****, yeah

Two years ago, y'all had it, now that shit is over

Stop hitting me up about that striker, I already sold it

How the fuck the song unreleased, and y'all already know it?

You ain't gotta tell me the bitch a leach, I'm already knowing

I just want to fuck the bitch

Riding around Flint, trying to find a fuck to give

She like, "I don't wanna wake them up," I'm like, "Fuck them kids"

You should already know, so don't ask what kind of truck I'm in

Dumb ass ****

I don't got time to reload this bitch, I'm riding with extended

I don't want to fly back tomorrow, told Chyna to extend it

I can't even rap too long cause my lil' bitch be tripping

I told the bitch I had it typed up, I just forgot to send it

Real gremlin, riding around with pistols, still got cases pending

Same skinny denims from yesterday, I'm really from the trenches

Switch put a **** six feet, he should've kept his distance

You'll know you finna catch a B 'cause you'll get the feeling

I'm surfing, I ain't got no job but I been working

Two wock cups got me swerving, backwoods honey bourbon

Flying in a Scat like it's urgent

Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, I ain't flirting, hundred thousand, bitch, I'm worth it

Fuck a **** bitch, and leave him hurting

I ain't even tell you she a squirter, man, I did that shit on purpose

Blue jeans, but these bitches purple

We'll jump a **** like a hurdle

Glocky on me like a girdle

****, I aint finna play with ****

Left thirty shots up on his block, that's why the K was empty

****, you'll lose your fucking top, you see what the label sent me

And yeah, I already had my own knot, so I ain't take a penny

****, I was never broke

Pass that bitch to me, ****, I'll never choke

I remember when I was kid, I said I'd never smoke

Now I'm driving back from Call with like ten, eleven bowls

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