STYROFOAM CUPS Lyrics

Been a long ass day still slangin that shit

Dirty ass strap still banging that bitch

Dirty ass cup still dranking that shit

She a hating ass bitch, I can't hang with that trick

I don't feel what you speaking no more

Running your mouth it gon get you in trouble

I learned that flipping that shit it's gon double

Not feeling you, so I went got another

Balenciagas to walk over puddles

Ima young stoner, I could sign to Thug

Only few hoes that could say that I loved em'

Won't find a hoe who gon say that I trust em'

Styrofoam cups & we filling em up

All the way, we ain't keeping shit subtle

.30 on me like a damn royal rumble

Blocking that hoe if she broke, on my mother... Damn, Yuh!

All i get is paper

Im a money maker

I just wanna fuck her

I don't wanna date her

Asked me for my number

Probably got the fake one

I feel like Big Poppa

In my Gucci sweatshirt

Ima show stopper

But i never stage nun

She a pussy popper

Anytime we laid up

I was steady robbin

You know I'm gon take some

Migo on the frontline

You know I'm gon face mine

I can't vibe on FaceTime

Baby pull up bring a couple of hoes

Cause the way that I roll, I be rarely alone

I been out on the road, so I'm barely at home

I ain't lackin no more, I been stacking my dough

& I die for this shit, how I live for this shit

I don't check on a bitch, rather check on my checks

I don't stress bout these hoes rather make these hoes stretch

Rather ride around town with a bulletproof vest, than be riding around in the back of the Cadillac

Pop a Glock like a face full of acne

Niggas sleep like a cup full of act

& a Migo get high til his view turn to black

I love the view when I hit from the back

I told this bitch do it just like that, do it just like that

Been a long ass day still slangin that shit

Dirty ass strap still banging that bitch

Dirty ass cup still dranking that shit

She a hating ass bitch, I can't hang with that trick

I don't feel what you speaking no more

Running your mouth it gon get you in trouble

I learned that flipping that shit it's gon double

Not feeling you, so I went got another

Balenciagas to walk over puddles

Ima young stoner, I could sign to Thug

Only few hoes that could say that I loved em'

Won't find a hoe who gon say that I trust em'

Styrofoam cups & we filling em up

All the way, we ain't keeping shit subtle

.30 on me like a damn royal rumble

Blocking that hoe if she broke, on my mother... Damn, Yuh!

(Im a money maker, bitch taker

I don't wanna see you right now, girl ill see you later

Right now's for my paper...

& right now im faded

& right now im faded, faded than a-

Marijuana)