Collection lyrics

[Verse]
(Ha, ha)
3 hydro's, a gamble
We can convert that man to a angel
And my lil' b*tch got straps like a banger
My home-dog got stripes like a Bengal
We'll blow him out like a birthday candle
Too many percs, I can not handle
Yo' ho beat, beat like Rambo
He get— (Pew) in some sandals
(Too many sticks)
This sh*t federal
(Too many blicks)
sh*t got no labels (OGPLUGG)
Only can walk her in Chanel's
I'm like God, he must be sped
Ha, ayy, run a lil' bag
Put that on his ass
She got a big ol' booty like, yeah, uh
Suck on my di*k like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, damn, I sold a mag (OGPLUGG, ha, ha)
In a Hellcat, they too up
Money camе in, in France
Yeah (Yeah, oh-oh)
b*tch going, I don't undеrstand
Pitiful
Yeah, my n*ggas ruled it, yeah
We don't talk a lot, me and my n*gga good though (OGPLUGG)
We— we-we want that bag right now
I don't think he feel me
G2 hit a killstreak
Dead ah n*gga, kill me
I'm really living off of the lean
Off the lean, off the lean, lean (OGPLUGG)
Bean, bean, bean
I'm really living off the drugs (OGPLUGG)
[Refrain]
I'ma pour this cup up
I'ma pour this cup up, up
I'ma pour this cup anyway, up
I'ma pour this cup anyway, up
I'ma pour this cup anyway, up