She Gets Tipsy Off Patron

You been asking how I been lately, I told you, you so crazy

How you asking me for favors?, you know you won't do the same

She been telling she losing it, she said she going sane

R.I.P my fallin' soldiers, told that bitch you can't come over

We was whipping bacon soda, she a ten from sinalona

Now we all up in a rover, slow the time I'm moving slower

Pretty face look at dem' eyes, but she done told her that she mine

She steady blowing up my phone, you hear that ringer it's my song

But I seen her in the ghetto something that I call a home

But she love it on the weekend she gets tipsy off patron

She be telling me to chill like baby chill I keep it real