Relapse Lyrics

Still got my styrofoam, I'm still riding on chromes, I was fuckin' this bitch so damn good that she

Hit her funny bone And I call her pretty brown-brown, she just

Like Nia Long, I think she been waiting on me all day, sending

Pictures of pink thongs Don't sit around playin' with that cup, nigga

We finna have an issue And you know my bitch be stalkin' me, probably

Takin' all kinds of pictures Yeah, tell my dawg there's plenty more in

That sea, he fucked around and fished it And you might as well go cut off that bitch

If you ain't on her finsta

If you fucked up and broke, take a band and buss a bowl, I'm tired of seein' y'all fucked up

Get some bread, that shit get old I can't even remember the last time that I

Couldn't get it sold I can't even remember the last time I made

Some money fold, told her to hit the store for me, purple

Fanta, Faygoes Damn, I think I love this bitch

She pulled up and gave me both Told her I got a lil' migraine

She pulled up and gave me throat Got John Wick's with fire aim

Protecting me while I sell this dope

Okay, okay, okay Nah, nigga, that's that old shit

Finna switch up my flow quick Tell me what can you do for me

You can't even take dick, bae go get that loot for me

Probably give her just about five% It's like my fifth time pulled over

Right around five% tint, How the fuck I'm gon' beef with you

All your pockets seein' lint Hit the main road in a Audi truck

And I made that corner bend I told her take some thirst traps

Hit my name and press send I ain't bougie with that drink

Quagen, Dean or give me tris And I got a badass bitch

On the phone, she blowin' kisses, She got me like T-Pain

Clean up all my dirty dishes And these Cartier frames

I can't see you lame-ass bitches