Fill My Cup lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Fill my cu-up in the studio and I barely could walk
Double R bus and I barely could talk
Up in the telly, got plenty of hoes
Beam on the Smith n I aim for ya nose
750, I pay the amount
You keep on hiding, we killin' your dawg (Shhh)
Creep up I'm takin' him off
Call up a thotty when I'm in the south (Shhhh)
Screamin' "I got it too loud!"
Cheat on my b*tch everyday of the week (HA)
She think I'm holdin it down
Fold on your partner, you can't come around
Outside be white, but the inside is brown

[Verse 1]
I gotta keep it real with you, I know you ain't in the field n*gga
But my lil wodie gon' still get you
Brodie got caught with a kill switch
Still waitin' for an appeal n*gga
I made a hit and I'm still lit
Half you n*ggas fell off, huh I'm sick (Huh huh)
Look at my wrist, wait, f*ck that, look at my b*tch, yeah
Been in the pot, and I'm whippin', my boy in the kitchеn, he whippin' them bricks (Yeah)
Ox' 10 it turn to a fifty, a fifty, a hunnid, I ball likе the Knicks (Yeah)
She want to come to my city it's up, it's litty, she look at my wrist
b*tch, yeah, look at my wrist, what, f*ck, look at my wrist (Yeah)
My brother caught him a body, I caught [?] we 100 degrees
Freak ho', leak like the water, what the f*ck?, this b*tch a fish (Yeah)
Lil' n*gga want him a pass?, what the f*ck?, end his sh*t
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Fill my cu-up in the studio and I barely could walk
Double R bus and I barely could talk
Up in the telly, got plenty of hoes
Beam on the Smith n I aim for ya nose
750, I pay the amount
You keep on hiding, we killin' your dawg (Shhh)
Creep up I'm takin' him off
Call up a thotty when I'm in the south (Shhhh)
Screamin' "I got it too loud!"
Cheat on my b*tch everyday of the week (HA)
She think I'm holdin it down
Fold on your partner, you can't come around
Outside be white, but the inside is brown

[Verse 2]
(Yeah, yeah)
n*gga ain't' nun, n*gga ain't' never on nun
Brand new money, and I got a brand new bust'
sh*t gon' shine like the sun
I'm number one, all these n*ggas my sons, yeah these n*ggas my sons
My n*gga f*cked up in the head, he tryna catch him a lung, he tryna catch him a liver, and he a felon, how the f*ck he got a gun?
And I'm stupid up, f*ckin wit' these petty b*tches, done
Liquid heroine in my liver, probably won't see 21
You want war? You want beef? (Hm), cocaine
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Fill my cu-up in the studio and I barely could walk
Double R bus and I barely could talk
Up in the telly, got plenty of hoes
Beam on the Smith n I aim for ya nose
750, I pay the amount
You keep on hiding, we killin' your dawg (Shhh)
Creep up I'm takin' him off
Call up a thotty when I'm in the south (Shhhh)
Screamin' "I got it too loud!"
Cheat on my b*tch everyday of the week (HA)
She think I'm holdin it down
Fold on your partner, you can't come around
Outside be white, but the inside is brown