Can't Give It Up

Hook x2:
I smoke, I drink. I can’t give it up. That’s why I still ain’t, still ain’t,
still ain’t
Roll another blunt, nigga, pour another cup. That’s how I’m feeling, feeling,
feeling
Leather wet paint, not a stain in the guts. (Not a stain in em!)
Leather wet paint not a stain in the guts. (Not a stain! Not a stain!)
Check it, I smoke, I dank, got 5 on it. Gone slide on me
Probably with a 5th and strain of the fire, homie. Get me into my zone and
Get me out of my own head. Get me out of my home bed, cuz I’d rather get
throwed instead
Mother fuck the weather. I’m just trynna get throwed a lil bit; Lil throat,
lil head
In the shed, from a pony: 5'4, ain’t scared. Yeah, yeah, yea!
Saks Fifth with the clothing. New drip; Lil threads:
Burberry. Superb very
I mercenary niggas on first impression
Cuz my nerves is irritable, my words get fleshy
You nerds is literally the jerks you jesting
I’mma serve you syllables withe the verb complexity
Of the wordsmith that I am
Well-lit over bourbon, well God-Damn
I might get to swerving; I’m Kentucky Derby:
In a Mustang, with the must, stank, ma’am
Fuck a constraint if it ain’t this belt
Keep me from flying, keep me from dying
Just in case one night, I fuck up by getting too fucked up;
Was just thinking bout myself. Fuck it