Pop Me A Pint Lyrics

[Intro]
Run up them racks, gotta run up them racks
J Dot Productions
Run up them racks, gotta run up them racks

[Verse 1]
I drank, two-hundred-dollar sodas
Can't support these niggas, 'cause these niggas, they be bogus
I'ma rock a concert then go spend it on a choker
And I'm smoking on this pressure, help to stimulate my focus
I be down to 8, might bust a play inside the Strokers
I looked up to my uncle 'til he turned into a smoker
And I can't hit the function, they won't let me bring my toaster
Shit, I had to snuff a nigga 'cause he tried to screw me over
I like the 'Cedes truck but I been looking at the Rover
I do without the tint, that's just so 12 can'r pull me over
And she a dime lil' bitch but nonetheless I had to motor
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*ck her once and then dispose her
I need a rider bitch for all the nights when shit get colder
I rock designer shit, these hoes gon' f*ck you for exposure
I wake up counting the chips like every morning, like it's Folgers
I keep the chopper with me, 'cause these niggas, they be vultures
Your bitch, she vibing 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*ck on your pretty little bitch from the back and then f*ck on her face and her mouth
I'm finna pull on her hair, finna pull on her hair like I'm tryna pull this shit from the scalp
I'm finna count up a check on the jet and then jump in the Ghost and 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 fin' get booted right now, I'm finna shoot this shit down, I'm finna prove that it down
I'm finna jump in the Spur, I'm finna jump in your spouse, I'm finna f*ck her then bounce
I'm finished f*cking 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 2]
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
[?] had the plugs won, but shit, I brought the bros with me
And nigga shit, if you ain't close with me, then you can't smoke with me
Swear these bitches getting old to me, they do the most to me
I tell a bitch if you can't grow with me, then you can't roll with me
Lowkey with a Cali thing, smoking OG
Dripping sauce all on that bitch like a f*cking nosebleed

[Hook]
I'm finna f*ck on your pretty little bitch from the back and then f*ck on her face and her mouth
I'm finna pull on her hair, finna pull on her hair like I'm tryna pull this shit from the scalp
I'm finna count up a check on the jet and then jump in the Ghost and 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 fin' get booted right now, I'm finna shoot this shit down, I'm finna prove that it down
I'm finna jump in the Spur, I'm finna jump in your spouse, I'm finna f*ck her then bounce
I'm finished f*cking 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

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