Strawberry Mansion ft. Twinzo & 1of1 Lyrics

I'm out New York with my brothers pouring syrup up

I cut all my ties with the hoe

I could give a fuck bout ya love

I don't give bout ya trust

I really, hol up

All I really care bout is drugs

I don't really care bout her

I just think it's lust

I don't, huh

Why would I give you my trust?

I left you in the dust

That was just because

I just left it, uh

Left it how it was

I put commune on my tee

I got a brand new freak

She tryna show me things

I got a vamp hoe, pull up all black

She tryna show me her fangs

I'm throwing these X pills back, you can see it in my face, my eyes look strange

I'm geeked off the yellow, I'm moving in slow mo, I'm switching the time frame

I got on strawberry mansion, with balenciaga, and cartier frames

I'm that GLE, and I'm swerving, that bitch going lane to lane

I'm only 5'8, I been balling so hard, I'm going hard in the paint

I fucked on a bougie hoe, took her back home, and no I can't take you on dates

Spent 14 hundred on LV sneakers, and no I can't even skate

I go in my fanduel and check my account, and see how much I made today

I be cooking these niggas, I'm Tyreek Hill, and I swear they Darius Slay

I'm bout to get dirty today

Woah, hm, I got a new cougar bitch, and she turning 30 today

Huh, I'm tryna go pour up a line, my brother want 30 today

Damn, hm, and I don't even fuck with the roxie's, I think I'm on 30's today

Damn, I'm taking xanny pills

That shit give me chills

I been in the valley of death, I been in the ville

Woah, nosebleed, body comatosing, this ain't real

Don't know who my best friend, Zo, drank, suicide, or pills

Woah, woah, vision done got blurry

I'm in my cup, she worried

I'm finger fucking on this hoe, she creamy like McFlurry

I think I fell in love with drank, I just wan go get married

I see visions of myself inside a coffin and it's scary

I hear the roxy talking, don't know what it's tryna tell me

Bando just spent 14 on some sneaks and they was LV

Zo just scored a pint, but he poured 3, he tryn be healthy

Oh you tryn find me?, I'll be at the morgue

I just poured a line, but I think I need more

It's so hard to find, but I just love to score

I'm so undefined whenever I record

You put up the fye, it's flaring down the door

The Japanese garments came across the border

I can't count what I spent on drank, it's bout a quarter

Popped a pussy, and then I went and fucked his daughter

Money long as fuck, pussy knowing his is shorter

I been holding this shit inside just like a hoarder