Spicy Pinapple

Told me bout bitches or told me bout fuckin' life, fuckin' life, fuckin' life, fuckin life Water dried all on 5 with us Yeah, you said it to me like them bitches they clappin' The way you do me so motherfuckin' fancy Comin' with the ratchet, comin'When my boy is watchin out nah, I can only watch and never bring my own, but Yeah, and everything could 'go wrong, I will never go run Pickin' up some bitches, I can't compete As long as we are only runnin' on our weed Motherfuckers so strong, motherfuckers so buff Motherfuckers so tough, I can't compete This shit too spicy, this shit is slicey for me Yeah, so lonely when I got no one other So lonely like a poor motherfucker Oh, that bitch is clappin' on another, another, another So lonely when I got no one other Oh, f*ck, I'm drinkin' like a poor motherfucker I got no one other So lonely like a motherfucker Layin' on his floor, wanna kill myself, nah Yeah, I came in the flow when I blocked my hoe You may be sittin' here, tryna stop the show And everything I did was so fuckin' wrong So I came with my new nina long shots doin' slang shit Big face in my pocket, big face on the other side F*ck it, oh yeah, yeah I'm flyin' on a motherfuckin' rocket I'ma do it soon, flyin' to the moon If I can't have tickets, gotta move out Maybe can meet, my own crowd, shit Ayy, from the south