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[Chorus: Yung Casper]
X2
I stay liquored up word to the bottle
I stay in the club word to the models
Bring them bitches to hotel’s and they’re runnin train
We’re some S.O.B’s in this bitch and we ain’t playin games
[Verse 1: Nizama Amazin]
I think somebody put mollies in my beer
Now turn me up while i get poured nigga
Samone said whats wrong with these ho niggas
I gotta freak bitch that just freak chicks and twist em’ up off hard liquor
I’m with some white boys that swag like they niggas though
Screamin’ fuck police, I’m S.O.B dreaded up swervin’ with Neeko
This a shark tank, I’m jaws nigga
These fuck niggas want war nigga
But I’m liquored up so its on nigga
I’m geek’d pull strings like guitars nigga
Stomp niggas I floor niggas
Drinking ciroc at ref’s spot, I’m in the south side goin hard nigga
Tommy’s my goonie god damn
If I give the word he gon’ bang
Liquored up tryin’ to bang with the niggas
Wearin’ all of this louie like Master Creator
These hoes on my dick cuz my swagger so major
Got game I’m a player, Finesse in my play book
Bitch where the fuck is my paper, This liquor has got me unstable
Need a plug like a cable , So I can stunt on my ex like I hate you
She know that I’m gone
I’m fuckin’ her friends off of liquor and drugs
These bitches they love me like pigs in the mud
Molly and liquor Tre Trotter I’m turnt up my nigga
Lets get it we flexin’
If he turn up like I turn up I swear I’m a dead em
Plus all of these liquor I’m seriously reckless
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’, she hate how I’m flexin’
[Chorus: Yung Casper]
X2
I stay liquored up word to the bottle
I stay in the club word to the models
Bring them bitches to hotel’s and they’re runnin train
We’re some S.O.B’s in this bitch and we ain’t playin games
[Verse 2: Yung Casper]
I met her at the club, We were gettin’ drunk
I rolled up in an SUV, I fucked her in the trunk
She said she keep poppin pills and living for a thrill
I pop another bottle and let that liquor spill
I need a skeeze, someone I can fuck and leave
Let her drop down to her knees, then i bust all in her teeth
(Ugh)
I need a lady in the streets and freak when in the sheets
Frequently I chill with freaks, freakin’ til I fall asleep
Dealin’ with these hoes yeah ya homey wrote the manual
She said that she was lonely, so I bought that bitch an animal
Annual that’s how I been gettin’ to this paper
Got some kush up in my pocket and its purple like the Lakers
I be sippin, I be trippin, mind state different on you bitches
If its beef I slap the clip in and they start to act all different
(Uhh)
Is she resides in the Shwa I probably fucked your bitch
And she’s another ho I crossed off of my bucket list
[Chorus: Yung Casper]
X2
I stay liquored up word to the bottle
I stay in the club word to the models
Bring them bitches to hotel’s and they’re runnin train
We’re some S.O.B’s in this bitch and we ain’t playin games
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