Not to Mention - Retch

50 Xans and like 40 blunts

I got 30 bitches, all 20 something

My lil bruvva, he got a Mac-10

And I’m strapped too, get the semi busting

Nigga I, I’ll leave you dead nigga

Gotcha momma singing them slow songs

I’m off 2 cups and like 3 percs

Sipping red-dot, bet I’m so gone

I don’t usually party, I be in the trap

Tryna get them racks, and stay low dog

But if I’m on the scene you know I’m on my flee

Hat to fucking feet, I be so worn

Don’t even ask, you know it’s ‘Lo on

Your bitch kinda bad, I’ma smash it

Walked in the spot with the ratchet

That’s just a case for the static

I turn to Shyne, let 'em have it

Hoes get to ducking around

I get to busting around

I might go puff on a pound

Niggas was hating before

They tryna fuck with me now

Ain’t it so sad

Niggas, they ain’t got no shame

Fuck going on in they brain

Bitches gon' get what they get

I po’d a fo' with them zips

I might just go crack the whip

I might just go crash the whip

I’m driving as fast as it get

I’m getting as high as I can

Wake up with pills and that drank

Wake up, I’m sipping that drank

Whipping that Benz, blowing stank

Ya BM a thot, she swallow dick on the reg

Whipping the BM, she giving me head

Po' out some lean for my niggas that’s dead

Po' out some lean for the dearly departed

They thought I fell off, shit, I barely done started

I came with some niggas, these niggas retarded

They shoot you in public, give fuck 'bout no charges

Feds they hop out, they hop out of them Chargers

These niggas they start tucking, and ducking, and dodging

Young boy gon' throw his Tec right in the bush

I’m counting up bands and I’m smoking on kush, nigga

I been blowing loud in them trenches and I’m strapped

Pussy nigga, not to mention

Pussy nigga, not to mention

I be in the crowd of the benches waiting for 'em

Tryna catch that pussy slipping

Tryna catch that pussy slipping, nigga

A hunnit fucking pounds of the sticky

I might fuck around and break it down in fifty’s

Fuck around and break it down

I might po' a Dr. Brown with my niggas, sipping muddy

While we creeping through the city

Sipping muddy through your area

I been blowing loud in the trenches and I’m strapped

Pussy nigga, not to mention

You can bet I got it on me

We ain’t playing round with the business

Chasing pussy niggas down, jumping fences

These pussy niggas get exposed

Hit the store for some Fanta’s, I don’t really do Sprites

And since they got some new tec we charging 7 for the pint

Half a perc, now I’m bent

Half a xanny, now I’m bent

Whole xanny, now I’m bent

Po' up a deuce, & do it again

Po' up a deuce, & do it again

Po' up a deuce, & do it again

Po' up a 6th of that drank and I’m bent

Po' up a 6th of that juice and Amen

I had a dream I was driving a Benz

Woke up and sold the whole thing to my man

This drank got me going, they sayin' im on tilt

Still busting plays while we out in the field

Whole bunch of sour and G packs of pills

Whole bunch of sour and G packs of pills

These niggas they sour they hate me so real

Still smoking gasoline right out the zip

My bitch, yeah, she fresh off the boat

I want a million off xannies and coke

I want a million off mollies and dope

Trapping Balenci, praying them police don’t get me

I been blowing loud in them trenches and I’m strapped

Pussy nigga, not to mention

Pussy nigga, not to mention

I be in the crowd of the benches waiting for 'em

Tryna catch that pussy slipping

Tryna catch that pussy slipping, nigga

A hunnit fucking pounds of the sticky

I might fuck around and break it down in fifty’s

Fuck around and break it down

I might po' a Dr. Brown with my niggas, sipping muddy

While we creeping through the city