Putter - Sex Drugz n' Rap lyrics

[Intro: Bird] Yea, yea! Yea, yea!! What it do? It's the- Mothaf**in' Bird Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzziiiiir! [Verse 1: Bird] Yo-Rap is a habit, I have the talent I am The Bird, look at my talons I am so good that I don't have to practice I am the man, y'all act so childish Even when I'm chillin' my mind runnin Never nod out, I can prove it in a smoke out This medical I roll up Thi-thi-this hard liquor I pour up (TURN UP!) She beggin' me to go deeper So I went in, but I came outside I can't afford a baby Cause ain't no girl a keeper I'm like no way Jose, chugging Jose f** what hoes say, I'm a boss Boss like Ricky Rose I'm a smoke weed til I'm dead so pack a bong I tend to answer when d**h calls I bend the rules, and break laws I'm in the lead, so catch up I sip on lean and get messed up I get more what you get less of Got a loaded gun in my dresser And I'll pull it under pressure Catch a hollow tip to yo chest bruh, bang! [Bridge] Pressure....I got that pressure Pressure....I got that pressure Pressure....I got that pressure Pressure....I got that [Verse 2: A-Game] Uh-We having a party, she gone off the Mary & Molly & I'm on the same While I feel on her body, she powder her face, what a way to go wrap up the day I mean, all on my neck she be kissing me, hand on my penis, you'd think she be frisking me Literally dipped to the bedroom, got under the covers and after that, sh** was just history f**ed 'til the morning 'til I seen the sun in my eyes, go to sleep/wake up, I'm closing the blinds Start coming down, but I'm feeling alright, s** and that high is just all on my mind They say that I ain't living right, but with that kind of feeling, how can I go wrong? My chick woke me up with a blunt of some strong, proceeded to hit it until I did cough Next what I seen was just something absurd, pulled a baggie from out of her purse Started choppin' up lines on the table & saved me some, told her I couldn't, "I'll be late for work" She laughed and said "Baby, I called them already, and told them you're sick with a fever that burns" So we got back in bed, did a line of her a**, then I started kissing all over her Damn, she a bad b**h! [Bridge] Pressure....I got that pressure Pressure....I got that pressure Pressure....I got that pressure Pressure....I got that [Verse 3: Putter] When we rap on the track, man we SNAP These other fools sound like I'm sittin' on the toilet and took a CRAP b**h, check the STATS-I stack up the CASH, then slap on her ASS I'm throwin' these ones away like it were TRASH... but it ain't no garbage I stay with the d**, like your local pharmacist-sniff a fat line off her tits Fo-fo-follow that up with a spliff, but I ain't gotta roll it, that's a job for my b**h If she don't roll it up perfect, I'm gonna be pissed (Mannn...) Scra-scra-scratch her off the list, I'm on the move like I play chess Just check, check it! Check, check it! Check yourself, before you wreck yourself And me? ME? I did it all alone, I don't need no help (Oh, well) Everytime she coming over, she ride the dick like a rollercoaster Couple weeks later, she was pregnant-I told her that I ain't the father (Nahhh) ...So don't even bother!