Ft. Don Trip

Go ahead, blame it on the alcohol
I'm wid it!
My girlfriend beggin' me to pass the ball
I don't thank ya get it
My flow so dumb, I might fuck a hoe silly
If she figure I'm trickin', she retarded
She lost it, one more round, we been at it all night
Goddamn, bitch, you oughta be exhausted
She gotta be a lotta things to rock with me
And I'm just bein' boss
Police prolly followin' me, I'm cautious
Runnin' on fumes, bout to get some more gas
What happened to the lab bear? I think somebody bought it
I'm the type to get yo number, don't call me
Don't mind, don't matter if you're dm 
Sexy lil bitch, I'mma taste ya, lil bitch
Don't facetime me, I'm right on Insta, you b!

I been up fo' two days, but I slept with my bitch
So fine, you would get yo whole check to my bitch
In the middle of the club with a weapon on my hip
Now I'm goin' on the chain, gotta scuffle my kicks
Please neva mind all the weaponry
I know I'm bound to chill cuz I'm sorta a celebrity
Got so many babies, I should go get a vasectomy
Pocket full of C-notes, bout to sing a melody

Car so smart, might let yourself park it
See me in sight, say my window's so dark
All Benihana dinner, tell 'em send me up a fork
This thing got an extension since my temper so short
Lyin' to myself like I ain't sippin' no more
Since 04 wishin' that I didn't go to war
She a shack shorter, on the block with that .40
Like Sean Kip in 94? (dayum)
NBA jam, yeah, I'm juiced up
2 on 2, no can't nobody see us
Come from the era of the freeze cup
People got me scared to even re-up
I'm a big dawg, you're a tea cup
Stuck but it's three go fo' bitch threesome

Aye look, know you're barkin' up the wrong tree trunk
Man start runnin' up I'm rappin' like a speed bomb
Always still hungry, remember back when it was free lunch?
Wrappin' in the cafeteria, right up on a half a mill
I ain't talkin' snacks, I'm tryna stack a hella contract
Nah, I ain't neva lookin' back and that's just how I feel
Came a long way from stacking pounds in the cavalil
Still down to shoot like a camarill
Independent nigga making independent money
Make a hater so sick that he can't count a mill
Panamera Porsche, thanks to Manny Pacquiao
Make the same money, Monday's there bout my momma
Can't carry 'em, I keep it 1 thou' wow
James on the counter, nigga trip when his album out