Again ft. beenstik Lyrics

I been drinking more again

I been drinking more again

(Ha!)

I been drinking more again

Tell my brother take a break he pourin' 4s again

I been taking all these L's, I'm feeling low again

His brother got sent to the sky, he'll never tote again

Shot him in the face, that boy can't speak, he never told again

This ain't bout no race, no I'm gon' speak, 'cause I can't hold it in

I hop into that whip, I drive top speed, I'm on that road again

The money coming each and every way, I had to rope it in

And I don't know what happened last night, but I wake up and toke again

That bitch sad, went broke again

If he talk shit, get poked again

(Ha!) I'm runnin' my money up

I ain't fuckin' with none of the funny stuff

And you switched on your man for a honey bun

Ain't nobody like me, bitch I am 1 of 1

And the bands so, big

You could get smoked like, cig

Knock off your top yeah I shot at your, lid

I been gettin' money since a, jhit

I walk in these bitches take, flicks

LV the belt and the shoes they be, Rick

Your bitch came 'round and she gave me that, lick

Then your lil bitch got, hit

Countin' up these racks, I count these hunnids, I got strips

I can't waste 'em on no bitch

AP, I rolley my wrist

And I Vetement my jeans

She off the perc, it make me feign

Countin' up racks, I count up green

Pop a bean, pour a 4 of the lean

So fucked up, I can't even breathe

I been drinking more again (I been drinking more again)

Told my brother take a break, he pourin' 4s again (I been pourin' 4s again)

I been taking all these L's, I'm feeling low again (Bitch I'm feelin' low again)

His brother got sent to the sky, he'll never tote again

Shot him in the face, that boy can't speak, he never told again

This ain't bout no race, no I'm gon' speak, 'cause I can't hold it in

I hop into that whip, I drive top speed, I'm on that road again

The money coming each and every way, I had to rope it in

(Know I had to rope it in)

And take control again

Know that when it be so hard, I'm droppin' a 4, and then I pour again

No I can't be runnin' that pack, but I be a QB how I be throwin' it

No, Beenstik, I can't be broke again

No, it ain't no way I'm going back

Back to that bitch (Na!)

'Cause she know I be rich

And I ain't talking 'bout no Uzi, but I got a brand new Patek on my wrist

Know we come with extendos on the toolie

So when I shoot, know that bitch won't miss

It split yo shit

Know that boy talk down and that lil boy got hit (Hit wit' dat Stik!)