LAST PINT Lyrics

Wake up in the morning, count the pros I made last night

Pop another seal, I told cuz this was my last pint

Had to cut my last bitch off cause she wasn't acting right

Hopped up, had a dream about Patricia, got her ass right

Starkeisha got a nigga hair right, she put in two strands

Once a bitch disrespect me, she don't get two chances

Cartier drains, but my body need a spook mansion

With a bartender, like T-Pain, out in wiscansin

My next move gon' be my best move, they gon' copy this

Stash the pros' ask, to move the load out yolanda crib

Don't spill too much of this secret sauce, cause nigga's bound to get

Envy if you out extend your hand in giving sponsorships

Shit ain't all good, but it ain't all bad

I seen a nigga turn to Smokey with his own bag

Try to turn to me and try to figure where he wrong, yeah

No wonder why that nigga big worm want that nigga dome crack

Nigga simple-minded it hard to tell

Rather drop a Cuban than to go and get a yard for sale

I just need an AP, bust down Cuban

Give my niggas a bust down Cuban

I can get a milli off my dog's stove

I know niggas locked behind them cages but can't call home

If I ever get up on that road, my name Paul Jones

If it wasn't never about the money, what you calling for

I buy what I want, I don't change my order

Why put cuffs on the bitch if you can't afford her

This whippie goldber in my cup, I ain't drinking water

Ain't switching on my niggas, I stick to the code

Gang, he can't be around this shit, cause he still on parole

Ain't doubting if a nigga going to hell, cause this the life I chose

But hopefully I'm going to go to ghetto heaven, cause the Lord knows

All my niggas sticked up and throw foes

Cuz couldn't wait up on the ice, he could've drunk it cold

Brody, he gon' catch hard on the pavement and just do a bold

A preacher couldn't tell me to do right if he still doing wrong

Appreciate them L's, cause now I'm winning more

Ever since I shifted, my focus, I've been living more

Call a dealer, I don't wanna tesi, let me get a Porsche

Dog, if you ain't want that bitch to stunt, then what you get it for

Niggas called me from way back then and I don't respond

I was down when they passed and they faded like they LeeBron

Coming to the end of the third quarter, LeBron James, a shot at history

You wanna ball out, you gotta wait your turn

Respect was never fucking given, it was always earned

I know niggas don't talk to me, but I'ma let it burn

Ain't never settling in for shit else, because I know my worth