Cup Spill lyrics

[Intro]
(Jcabz)

[Chorus]
Hit it, made the cup spill, Porsche coupe, switch gears
Cut the b*tch, f*ck tears, pop sh*t and hit LIV
Dripped up in Denim Tear, I'm still the sh*t still
Shut up, n*gga, and sit still, now tell me where them bricks is (Uh)
Havin’ a b*tch like havin' a safehouse, can't know where my b*tch live
Told my plug don’t send no more of them Bubbas 'til this sh*t chill, uh
n*ggas be out of pocket, they don't know what poppin' sh*t is
You f*ck 'round, get your ass killed, I'm tryna tell you, jit, chill

[Verse 1]
n*gga, sh*t real, n*gga, you too Hoffa
When it come to mafia business, n*gga, sh*t colossal
Eye for an eye, n*gga, I'd hate to turn you to a fossil
How I'ma take you serious, n*gga? Your ass a known clique hoppеr
I’m the type of n*gga to stand on business еven when it’s hard for me
n*ggas switched Lil Boston out for dollars, they tryna bargain me
Havin' plenty thoughts of killin’ n*ggas that tarnished me
Half of these n*ggas pus*y, I don't know no n*gga that's hard as me
f*ck a n*gga, I don't need nobody, go in revenge mode
I was raised up different from these n*ggas, I don’t vent to hoes
Put that money before this sh*t I believe in, n*gga, I'm lettin' you know
If I can go back and switch the time up, I still'll flip a 'bow
Uh, these days, I spend my money on buyin' cars
Boston Richey a couple million up, I ain't gotta flodge
Not to mention, it's over a million in my car garage
All these n*ggas pus*y, it's hard to camoflauge
You would think I'm goin' back on tour 'cause, n*gga, I'm back outside
n*ggas think they puttin' out my torch, n*gga, I'm full of fire
Me, I'm certified, with this sh*t, I'm bonafide
All the n*ggas I used to hang with, it's f*ck them guys
[Chorus]
Hit it, made the cup spill, Porsche coupe, switch gears
Cut the b*tch, f*ck tears, pop sh*t and hit LIV
Dripped up in Denim Tear, I'm still the sh*t still
Shut up, n*gga, and sit still, now tell me where them bricks is (Uh)
Havin' a b*tch like havin' a safehouse, can't know where my b*tch live
Told my plug don't send no more of them Bubbas 'til this sh*t chill, uh
n*ggas be out of pocket, they don't know what poppin' sh*t is
You f*ck 'round, get your ass killed, I'm tryna tell you, jit, chill

[Verse 2]
n*ggas in another n*gga business, where your money at?
n*ggas speakin' on Boston business, n*gga, I don't f*ck with that
Low life how I'm livin', n*gga, I'm ducked off where them cutters at
Speakin' up on my business, n*gga, that's type of sh*t that get you smacked
Every club I hit, n*gga, I got it packed, frrt, uh
Everything I lost, n*gga, I got it back, mm
Every b*tch I lost, I can go and get 'em back
Why you n*ggas ain't proud of Boston Richey? I was trappin' crack
Touched a million cash before the deal if we talkin' packs
Take me back to thirteen years old, I was tryna catch a hat
Forever tryna slime a n*gga out, but I ain't screamin' slatt
Hard up on a b*tch, she was screamin', "Boston, cut some slack"
I'm a Hellcat whipper, I won't push up in a Scat
In the south side of Tallahassee, they'll bust you for a stack
I'ma think you tryna set me up, you ask me where I'm at
I'm a felon, n*gga, but I still gotta keep a gat