V Don - Bipolar lyrics

[Intro] I ain't drink in a minute I got a b**h that's going both ways I'm paid Now I'm smokin' out the back seat Tell the driver to bring my daughter to the top floor (Kairi you good baby?) I got a b**h that's going both ways I'm paid So, now I'm smokin' out the back seat Tell the driver to bring my daughter to the top floor [Verse 1] Red lights Never see 'em when the roof gone Bally sneakers, with the patent leather Never see 'em Floors seats At the Garden, next to Spike Lee Everybody dyin' before we flee the night scene Bad coke, n***as' sniffin', I take the long route Chrome out Send a n***a' to the most high Drove by On a mission like it's '05 Henny' bottle, Fendi belt My sh** is felt I was locking in Six months without no help, it was routine Hits the dips, push-ups between Buncha' .50 clips Gettin' ripped, n***a' lookin' like a king I was fresh out, me and Gutta Gutta I need you to do me this favor boy, hold this down for me, you know I'mma be right back Bodega, still pitchin' Molly powder and Dasani make you feel different Shell shocked, n***as' on you hit the k** switch'n' Vietnam sh** like it's 'Nam over here, you n***a's dyin' Bipolar Nine on 'em, with a lot of anger Momma on him, like go to school, 'cause the bills due Told him be safe, I can't afford it 'Cause they head-hittin', bed flippin' Under mattress kept the four-fever Uncle Butchy won't let us hustle out the same apartment Trap spot, smellin' like d**h on a cold night Summertime, playin' them benches, like we can't play Hit the park, my gloves on, he think I'm O.J Kim K, I want your sister with the long face Long K A million dollars make my mama smile Kairi, your daddy love you, I'm a real n***a' Strap on me Never tellin', cut my tongue out Give n***as' game from a jacuzzi, like this Run's House Shop open 24/7, b**h we don't close Graveyard No gloves on, my hands was so cold Black sh**, black gun Black Giuseppe's in a black whip Black tape, wrapped around a f**in' white brick White chick, try to tell me what the price is Nice kids, we were tryin' rob a hundred bands Son of Sam, make the summer hot All the spring, keep it clean n***as' run a lot Duck tape No breathin', that's my season Get a warm coat Dead broke, that was us [Outro] Let the Lord send 'em Don sippers I ain't going back and forth with 'em I'm different If it's murder, we could trade it off Tecks, Glocks, no Xbox b**h I came to ball Backwoods all by myself, ain't gotta' hang wit ya'll Let the Lord send 'em Don sippers Never going back and forth with 'em I'm different If it's murder, we could trade it off Tecks, Glocks, no Xbox b**h I came to ball Backwoods all by myself, ain't gotta' hang wit ya'll Black sh**, black gun Black Giuseppe's in a black whip Black tape, wrapped around a f**in' white brick White chick, try to tell me what the price is Nice kids, we were tryin' rob a hundred bands Son of Sam, make the summer hot No breathin', my season Get a warm coat Dead broke, that was us n***a' My b**h said I'm bipolar, I hope the pills help My n***a said I'm bipolar, I hope the pills help This b**h said I'm bipolar, I hope the pills help Bipolar Nine on 'em, with a lot of anger Bipolar Nine on 'em, with a lot of anger