Retch - Pop Me a Pint lyrics

[Verse] I drank, two-hundred thousand sodas Gas up all these n***as, cause these n***as they be bogus I'mma rock a concert then go spend it on a choker And I'm smoking all this pressure, help to stimulate my focus I been down the [A?] might bust a play inside the [?] I looked up to my uncle until he turned into a smoker And I can't hit the function, they won't let me bring my toaster sh**, I had to snuff a n***a cause he tried to screw me over I like the ‘Cedes truck but I been looking at the Rover I do without the tint, just so 12 can pull me over And she a diamond b**h but nonetheless I had to mold her We total opposites but I think that would make us closer I'm smoking ganja spliffs I feel like I just left the solar She give me compliments, I f** her once and then dispose her I need a rida b**h for all the nights sh** when get colder I rock designer sh**, these hoes gon' f** you for exposure I wake up counting chips like every morning like it's Folgers I keep the chopper with me, cause these n***as they be vultures Your b**h she bopping with me and I'm tryna get to know her And now I'm driving 60 finna go and bend her over [Hook] I'm finna f** on your pretty little b**h from the back Then f** on her face and her mouth I'm finna pull on her hair Finna pull on her hair like I'm chopping the sh** from the scalp I'm finna count up a check on the jet And jump in the car so get drove to the house I'm finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank On that thirty-thousand dollar couch I'm finna get booted right now I'm finna shoot this sh** down I'm finna [provel?] it down I'm finna jump in the Spur I'm finna jump in your spouse I'm finna f** her then bounce I'm finished f**ing around I'm finna go off right now I'm finna smoke out the pound I'm finna buy me some ice I'm finna buy me a pint [Verse] Swear I'm tryna walk with Jesus but the Devil close to me I got enemies that I don't know I keep the torch with me [?] I brought the bros with me And n***a sh**, if you ain't close with me Then you can't smoke with me Swear these b**hes getting old to me They do the most to me I tell a b**h if you can't grow with me Then you can't roll with me Low-key with a Cali thing, smoking OG Dripping sauce all on that b**h like a f**ing nosebleed [Hook] I'm finna f** on your pretty little b**h from the back Then f** on her face and her mouth I'm finna pull on her hair Finna pull on her hair like I'm chopping the sh** from the scalp I'm finna count up a check on the jet And jump in the car so get drove to the house I'm finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank On that thirty-thousand dollar couch I'm finna get booted right now I'm finna shoot this sh** down I'm finna [provel?] it down I'm finna jump in the Spur I'm finna jump in your spouse I'm finna f** her then bounce I'm finished f**ing around I'm finna go off right now I'm finna smoke out the pound I'm finna buy me some ice I'm finna buy me a pint