Swiff D - Studio lyrics

[Hook: Dorien] I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you baby But these songs too f**in' dope it's gettin' hard just tryin' no to blaze it To tell the truth I'm mostly sippin' on that vodka doing less of blazin' Thinkin' of you when I step in this booth I'm tryna get to you baby [Dorien] In the studio with some bottles Few prescriptions and a couple drinks finna down em all til' they hollow, aw yeah b**hes going full throttle, b**h it's going full throttle all these thotties lookin' like models, aw yeah Mixed Red Bull with some xans, I'm tweakin' and I'm twitchin' I'm not doing this again, aw damn Tryna lay off of that sh** but f** it since we all in here someone pour me up some Hen, aw yeah sh** [Hook: Dorien (LP Rambo)] I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you baby (This gay a** hook) But these songs too f**in' dope it's gettin' hard just tryin' no to blaze it To tell the truth I'm mostly sippin' on that vodka doing less of blazin' Thinkin' of you when I step in this booth I'm tryna get to you baby [LP Rambo] I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna smoke my dope, n***a You thought the hook was gonna make me sentimental no it won't, n***a Dori, what the hell you sent this lovey dovey sh** for n***a Ahem, uh, back to rap flow Straight out the mud I don't know n***as, goddamn that hook was atrocious What a a**, I can't even focus Goin' out like Pac before the old sh** Pull up on the block with that O sh** [Hook: Dorien] I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you baby But these songs too f**in' dope it's gettin' hard just tryin' no to blaze it To tell the truth I'm mostly sippin' on that vodka doing less of blazin' Thinkin' of you when I step in this booth I'm tryna get to you baby [Dorien] Dissin' on me, you a f**in' degenerate Talkin' bout me, his career will get ended quick Don't f** with b**hes that's bummy and cannot spit RIch is p**y, not sorry you cannot spit! Cannibal, I eat opponents no f*ggot sh** Hulk on these beats 'cause a n***a be smashin' sh** Run up, your neck's gettin' cut and I'm draggin it Tossin' your body in baggage and wagons You say you a savage, we know you a pacifist Won't shoot them hands or them guns, you ain't clappin' sh** Hope and you pray for your life, what the f** is this?! You ain't no G, b**h, you weak and you rattin' sh** Fake G's get no respect, Rambo Gang, so f** the rest f** the opps, f** the cops Testin' me you'll get stabbed, f** a shot On the block, never see you where you claim I go broke, k** your man, take his chain Try to rob me, take the L You a stain, clothes get stained Gloves on, no fingerprints Question me, plea the fifth Threaten me but don't pull up SIp of vodka, roll a blunt Couple problems, smoke 'em all don't give a f** Blade tucked, just in case he try to buss But f** it... [Hook: Dorien] I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you baby (that's right, that's right) But these songs too f**in' dope it's gettin' hard just tryin' no to blaze it (woowoop) To tell the truth I'm mostly sippin' on that vodka doing less of blazin' Thinkin' of you when I step in this booth I'm tryna get to you baby (And your friend too)