Honey Bourbon Lyrics

I wanna ball I just wanna be great

I wanna ball

I wanna ball bitch I just wanna be great

Put on some Cartier's and now I can't see the hate

I know that I'm a drug addict

Ain't got no one to blame

Drum up on that Glock cause when I pull up I don't like to aim

I just like to dump it when I up it

Take a Adderall it's a upper

Pop a bean fill it in my stomach

Smokin' za pack, I got munchies now

Put a banana clip on the MP5 go monkeys now

Glock don't even go bow

Supressor on that don't make no sound

I remember I was steppin' in some Reebok

I put some Mike Amiri on instead of Levi

I got on Fear God, I'm high think I can see God

I fuck her good, yeah, I been really hittin' G-spots

I keep that Glockiana cause I know the creeps out

Used to iron all my shoes to get the crease out

And I got her on her knees ain't bring the priest out

Had her at it for so long she need a pit stop

I been getting money and I think that's why they mad at me

You cappin' in your raps, I might as well just call you Maddie B

I gotta go

She giving me that wap cause I'm where fetty be

It's getting old

I don't wanna see my patnas on the TV screen

My wrist on froze

Bitch, I got ice like I hurt it

I'm eatin' filet mignon

Ghetto niggas in a suburban

Roll a nigga in a honey bourbon

Why my tummy hurting

Why your pockets hurting

Rockstar shit

I'm on that rockstar shit

Please don't get hit with the blick

Cause your mama will be really sick

Water on my wrist like the sea

No, you could never be me

Little mermaid, he under the sea

Money tall like Yao Ming

He got hit with a 19