Cup Holder lyrics

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
b*tch, I only put lean in my cup holder
Tell my b*tch to hold my lean, she a cup holder
Freak b*tch wana f*ck, I told her come over
Yeah the n*gga know he getting cooked, he ain't come to court no more
You telling people that you hit her, she don't even wanna f*ck no more
Everybody acting different, ain't no love no more
And it's a drout on it, yeah, ain't no drugs no more
They locking everybody up, ain't no plugs no more
They cutting off extention cords, ain't no plug no more
They shutting down all the clubs, ain't no fun no more
I make my n*gga take your stick, got no gun no more
In the club throwing 1's, I'm finna flood this b*tch
f*cking with that nasty ho, like, you love that b*tch?
40 thousand [?] I'm finna stuff my fit
[?] you can suck my di*k
Take your b*tch to the room, she finna suck my di*k
And you ain't finna bust a move, you acting tough, that's it
These n*ggas tripping over hoes, I'm tryna f*ck that b*tch

[Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
We put them hoes on rotation like a ceiling fan
Tell a b*tch wanna be mine, bring them dividends
I got the front end, and I need the back too
I got her popping X, like I'm Jigga man
[?] exotics, rock season
[?] got the spot going up
[?] show you how to make a million [?]
I can show your b*tch how to buss a date for a half a band
With a handshake, I can get a n*gga killed too
Oh, you ain't know the hit man was my best friend?
We used to ride our bikes together from school
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You ain't know this backhand [?] prostitues
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[?] grams, I mail it