Read It And Weep ft. Rye Lyrics

Gahdamn gas got me coughin'

Aye

Yeah let's get it

Let's go let's go let's go aye

Yuh Pull on his street

Glock to his face nigga read it and weep

I cannot fuck with these bitches I'm just being honest I'd rather go beat on my meat

I see that boy talkin' shit but it do not matter that boy gone be dead in a week

Gas in my body

Got lean in my body

Got drank in my body

It's making me weak

Yuh Pull on his street

Glock to his face nigga read it and weep

I cannot fuck with these bitches I'm just being honest I'd rather go beat on my meat

I see that boy talkin' shit but it do not matter that boy gone be dead in a week

Gas in my body

Got lean in my body

Got drank in my body

It's making me weak

I had to work on myself cuttin' off all my distractions bitch I cannot link

We gonna gun 'em on foot Soon as he look up we bussin' as fast as he blink

I did not talk to yo bitch I just pulled out 1500 and gave her a wink

Walked into icebox ts had me freezing I got me a necklace to go wit this mink

Dumping yo Glock nigga show me it work

You not a killer you kill off a perc

I had to kill 'em to make' em stay quiet at least I'm not violent it coulda been worse

Pull up in a big big truck and it cost me a buck throw yo homie in now it's a hearse

She is a big big slut she gone fuck for a buck

Fall in love wit her now you are cursed nigga

Yuh Pull on his street

Glock to his face nigga read it and weep

I cannot fuck with these bitches I'm just being honest I'd rather go beat on my meat

I see that boy talkin' shit but it do not matter that boy gone be dead in a week

Gas in my body

Got lean in my body

Got drank in my body

It's making me weak

Yuh Pull on his street

Glock to his face nigga read it and weep

I cannot fuck with these bitches I'm just being honest I'd rather go beat on my meat

I see that boy talkin' shit but it do not matter that boy gone be dead in a week

Gas in my body

Got lean in my body

Got drank in my body

It's making me weak

I'm not a fighta yuh only a shoota and sippa I'm down for the gang when we get excited

We hang 'em to dry I'll send you some figures

I come from the A where these bitches get nasty

I'm keeping my distance I'm keeping it classy

A 2 seater beamer you can't even pass me

I pull up on you and yo bitch in the alley

We pull up in Cali I'm smokin' on Maui

We gettin' so dizzy we spin in the caddy

We'll find you on snap no need for the addy

I'm tweaking off addy's you can't put it past me, yuh

B-b-belt on B.B. Simon got my whip on BBS's yuh

Wrist and neck stay flooded all these cuts from VVS's yuh

Roll it up and light it smoke too much so I ain't stressin' yuh

Pupils dilated say that Rizzy off the acid yuh

I'm really out here trippin' out my mind why I'm laughing dawg

You fuck wit me and mine I'll bust ya brain you won't be laughing dawg

Yuh Pull on his street

Glock to his face nigga read it and weep

I cannot fuck with these bitches I'm just being honest I'd rather go beat on my meat

I see that boy talkin' shit but it do not matter that boy gone be dead in a week

Gas in my body

Got lean in my body

Got drank in my body

It's making me weak

Yuh Pull on his street

Glock to his face nigga read it and weep

I cannot fuck with these bitches I'm just being honest I'd rather go beat on my meat

I see that boy talkin' shit but it do not matter that boy gone be dead in a week

Gas in my body

Got lean in my body

Got drank in my body

It's making me weak