Claressa Shields

Marc Boomin' made this

Yeah

****, I'm a paint sipper

I'm a pint spiller, I'm a drank getter

Damn, they look alike, but they ain't sisters

Ridin' through the hood in a BP, we in the tank trippin'

I need some more syrup, my drink tank empty

Took a ten out Wells Fargo, fuck the bank teller

Them boys got too much money, let the bank tell it

Like, how the fuck is that real zaza? And we can't smell it

33 percent THC, you can't even inhale it

This shit strong as—, this shit

****, this shit strong as Hercules

I still wanna fuck Perklese, who got a Perc for me?

I told Unc quit his job and come work for me

'Cause five, six thousand dollars a month like a shirt to me

That's just syrup to me, you just turtle green

I told my ****, "Don't follow no trend, that'll turn too cheap"

Bitch, you got kids and you ain't turnt, you weak

I'm mad as fuck 'cause I just fuck and I burnt a week

Like, why the fuck it hurt to pee?

Bitch, that's piss, that ain't motherfuckin' squirt to me

Bro almost hit a curb, he done jerked a V

I got an old assault rifle, tryna lurk the streets

****, I was drinkin' Act' when syrup was cheap

I'm talkin' like, two hundred a pint and will go up to three

And I drunk Act' when it was high, my cup a G

And that's just an ounce, this shit gettin' fuckin' steep

He never gonna get no dog shit, he like to fuckin' sleep

And play the game, right now I'ma think for you, baby

Save your brain, I need that for later

How much the drink come up to? See, grab a calculator

I seen a **** get rich off a pack of papers

Baby, go sit, take a big risk and try to whack the mayor

I'm high as fuck, I might hit Claressa Shields

And we can fight after we fuck, throw fists for real

I never let a **** throw fists with Will

A **** ball his fists up and he gettin' killed

Left cash and right, fifty- five mil', I put it in my will

Like, how y'all get the coke from California, put it in the wheel?

I don't want no fine shit, 'cause that's just a bill

I really want a project bitch, 'cause them bitches steal

I really like the mix, bro, I don't like Tris for real

I been out for fifteen days, turned down sixteen deals

'Cause two labels called last Monday

I really wanna listen to my heart but what the guns say?

Baby, turn around, what your thumbs say?

That say, "Damario"?

Take her in the weight room, we doin' cardio

Give me twenty K and I'll host, don't go to parties, though

I ain't even did shit, what I say sorry for?

And yes, I fucked your sister, girl, y'all all some hoes

Hellcat growl up so loud, what you start it for?

I thought you was parkin', bro

Keep it real, you ain't never poured dark before

****, you ain't never bought no seals, you just bought a flow

Spent a million on a crib and then sixty racks, went and bought a flow

I went porcelain

I hit a lick for twenty bands and gave my lawyer ten

Don't go to court again