Retch - Not To Mention lyrics

[Verse 1] 50 Xans and like 40 blunts I got 30 b**hes, all 20 something My lil bruvva, he got a Mac-10 And I'm strapped too, get the semi busting n***a I, I'll leave you dead n***a 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 f**ing feet, I be so worn Don't even ask, you know it's ‘Lo on Your b**h kinda bad, I'ma smash it Walked in the spot with the ratchet That's just a case for the static I told 'em "$ha let 'em have it" Hoes get to ducking around I get to busting around I might go puff on a pound n***as was hating before They tryna f** with me now Ain't it so sad n***as, they ain't got no shame f** going on in they brain b**hes 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 sum lean for my n***as that's dead Po' out sum lean for the dearly departed They thought I fell off, sh**, I barely done started I came with some n***as, these n***as retarded They shoot you in public, give f** 'bout no charges Feds they hop out, they hop out of them Chargers These n***as 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, n***a [Hook] I been blowing loud in them trenches and I'm strapped p**y n***a, not to mention p**y n***a, not to mention I be in the crowd of the benches waiting for 'em Tryna catch that p**y slipping Tryna catch that p**y slipping, n***a A hunnit f**ing pounds of the sticky I might f** around and break it down in fifty's f** around and break it down I might po' a Dr. Brown with my n***as, sipping muddy While we creeping through the city Sipping muddy through your area [Verse 2] I been blowing loud in the trenches and I'm strapped p**y n***a, not to mention You can bet I got it on me We ain't playing round with the business Chasing p**y n***as down, jumping fences These p**y n***as get exposed Hit the store for some Fanta's, I don't really do Sprite's 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' a deuce, do it again Po' 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 insane, I'm on pills 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 n***as they sour they hate me so real Still smoking gasoline right out the zip My b**h, 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 [Hook] I been blowing loud in them trenches and I'm strapped p**y n***a, not to mention p**y n***a, not to mention I be in the crowd of the benches waiting for 'em Tryna catch that p**y slipping Tryna catch that p**y slipping, n***a A hunnit f**ing pounds of the sticky I might f** around and break it down in fifty's f** around and break it down I might po' a Dr. Brown with my n***as, sipping muddy While we creeping through the city