CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Blunt & a love letter rmx

Manny, what the f**k?
Ay Ross, sauce it up
Ayoley beats this go crazy

Cheating myself, still need help
Got all the money, I'm stacking my wealth
Smoke on the pack, and get good gas
She said a [?] but I'm stuck on the past
She want the tea, I don't want beef
Ice on my wrists, that kind of teeth
Cup of the lean, put me to sleep
I'm still alive, literally

Used to be a quiet kid but now them b*t*hes date me
Crib is f**kin' lit and other people goin' crazy
Got a couple people in the industry that hate me
Used to be a no onе now I'm goin' f**kin' mainstream

I need some money to makе
You know that I'm gettin' paid
Yo b*t*h she want me to hang
I'm gonna f**k her today
I got the choppa it sprays
Put a bullet in your brain
Getting money everyday
I don't think I'm okay
That boy with it till I tell em' I'ma pop out
Grab his shorty then I f**k her till the sun down
She said she stayin' with me, I don't even know how
A new b*t*h broke my heart, now I got blood all on the floor now

Cheating myself, still need help
Got all the money, I'm stacking my wealth
Smoke on the pack, and get good gas
She said a [?] but I'm stuck on the past
She want the tea, I don't want beef
Ice on my wrists, that kind of teeth
Cup of the lean, put me to sleep
I'm still alive, literally
I be smokin' blunts until I'm feelin' too disabled
Lean up on the counter, I got weed up on the table
I be grindin' all my music, I don't need no f**kin' label
Mix the percies with the xannies, now i'm feeling so unstable
I can't with you
I don't know you
I got a Glock and it came with a beam
I got your b*t*h imma take her with me
I be shakin' my head while I turn up the beat
Got my boys in the back if you f**kin' with me

Cheating myself, still need help
Got all the money, I'm stacking my wealth
Smoke on the pack, and get good gas
She said a [?] but I'm stuck on the past
She want the tea, I don't want beef
Ice on my wrists, that kind of teeth
Cup of the lean, put me to sleep
I'm still alive, literally

Used to be a quiet kid but now them b*t*hes date me
Crib is f**kin' lit and other people goin' crazy
Got a couple people in the industry that hate me
Used to be a no one now I'm goin' f**kin' mainstream
I be smokin' blunts until I'm feelin' too disabled
Lean up on the counter, I got weed up on the table
I be grindin' all my music, I don't need no f**kin' label
Mix the percies with the xannies, now i'm feeling so unstable