Humbly Venting lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Who the f*ck is Big Drice?)
What up, Drice?

[Verse]
I ain't smoked a 'Wood and it been all day
Yeah, that's probably why I been cuttin' into n*ggas
They use that sh*t against you, that's why I don't really vent to b*tches
It's one pocket full, it's all blue, so it's a fifty in it
Cup full of Trishy in it (Yop)
Laptop bag, but I got a blicky in it
Unemployment checks, man, I know you n*ggas miss them b*tches
Throw him a couple dollars, I'm finna humbly sh*t on n*ggas, yeah
Two years ago, y'all had it, now that sh*t is over
Stop hittin' me up about that striker, I already sold it
How the f*ck the song unreleased and y'all already know it?
You ain't gotta tell me the b*tch a leech, I'm already knowin'
I just wanna f*ck the b*tch (Yop)
Ridin' around Flint, tryna find a f*ck to give
She like, "I don't wanna wake them up," I'm like, "f*ck them kids"
You should already know, so don't ask what kinda truck I'm in (Dumb-ass n*gga)
I don't got time to reload this b*tch, I'm ridin' with extended
I don't wanna fly back tomorrow, told Tiny to extend it
I can't even rap too long 'cause my lil' b*tch be trippin'
I told the b*tch I had it typed up, I just forgot to send it
Real gremlin, ridin' 'round with pistols, still got cases pending
Same skinny denims from yesterday, I'm really from the trenches
Switch put a n*gga six feet, he should've kept his distance
You'll know you finna catch a B 'cause you'll get the feeling
I'm surfing
I don't got no job, but I been working (Yop)
Two Wock cups got me swerving
Backwoods honey bourbon
Flyin' in the Scat' like it's urgent
b*tch, I'm tryna f*ck, I ain't flirtin'
Hundred thousand, b*tch, I'm worth it
f*ck a n*gga b*tch and leave him hurtin'
I ain't even tell you she a squirter
Man, I did that sh*t on purpose
Blue jeans, but these b*tches Purple
We'll jump a n*gga like a hurdle
Glocky on me like a girdle
n*gga, I ain't finna play with n*ggas
Left thirty shots up on his block, that's why the K was empty
n*gga, you'd lose your f*cking top, you see what the label sent me
I already had my own knot, so I ain't take a penny
n*gga, I was never broke (At all)
Pass that b*tch to me, n*gga, I'll never choke
I remember when I was a kid, I said I'd never smoke
Now I'm drivin' back from Cali with like ten, eleven 'bows (n*gga)
[Outro]
It's with an X, n*gga
Fxce
(Ayo, Drice)
(Run that sh*t back)