Retch - Stutter lyrics

[Verse 1: Twelvyy] 45 for the thrift store Gotta AK need clips for Gotta bad b**h need tits for her She a road trip I'll flip for her See Rosé from the fifth floor Got Three C's like Rick Ross Like Calico that criss cross Crushing trips just to clip talk Your b**h lost I'mma big boss My b**h boss that sh** cost I'm in court with that Pitchfork That hot I send for Can't ignore young big dog Better copy that like 10-4 This Mob sh** get sinful This squad sh** get sinful From [?] I been raw I big body I can dog I spray sh** like O-Dog I curve sh** like "no dog" Y'all soft sh** like slow songs Y'all so gone Sayonara like so long It's so on n***a I'm so gone [Interlude: Twelvyy & RetcH] [Verse 2: RetcHy P] Two ounce, that's one cup Three xans and like ten blunts Nodding out at that stop light Doing d** like I'm tryna stop life I'm smoking big dope in a fast whip If I see them lights flash then I'm smashing I bought twelve percs and slid my brother five Then split two with my n***as so I blessed the squad I had one, I think I lost or might give it away I ate three and saved one for a rainy day When Actavis stopped that sh** broke my heart The world as I knew it, it just fell apart But now I mix the cream with the Tech though I'm on molly with ya b**h bumping techno n***a and never was that ever valid Type of n***a go eat and just order salad I'm on so much d** I could f**ing die I'm so xanned up I couldn't even twist the La And I really wanna do is f** and smoke Count money in my drawers, prolly on a boat Have a mami slurp me down Who you know do a show then go and work a pound What's popping who you know And I might sell it all in eighths Then hit the road do a light lil thirty dates n***a Catch me somewhere you ain't n***a