Eighth! lyrics

(Intro)
Roll up another one Jay
Come get this sh*t

(Verse)
Roll 'em up in my blunt
Not a switch b*tch
Thot on my di*k askin' for bread like it's Christmas
Glocks in session all these thots imma dismiss
Roll a eight now I'm seein' hella sh*t man
I just woke up to a band on my back
Sayin' green if you touch me imma see red
Pourin' lean in my double cup might leave me dead
I can't f*ck with no stupid hoe
All these b*tches act
I can't f*ck with no fake boy
Claimin' he my friend
b*tch, I'm still with my day ones
Ridin' till the end
Put a switch up on a Glock like P. Beverley it defend
There a gun in my pocket but I don't likе to pretend
Oh sh*t, I might bend in a Bеnz ho'
I just like gettin' to the cash f*ck a tran ho'
Stop di*k ridin' thats what I recommend ho'
You ain't gettin' sh*t, what you think imma send ho'?
b*tch, on top like a red light
I ain't tryna f*ck, you gon' still give me head, right?
Shoot him through the dark 'cause my choppa got headlights
Itch his whole body, like a white boy with head lice
(Ew, bop bop b-bop)
Look like Frieza when you look inside my double cup of wock
Big beamer filled with 100's, but I ain't gon' drop the top
Yo' b*tch tryna find the flash, no but, jesus, she's a thot
Yo' b*tch tryna get some cash outta me but she is not
Yo' b*tch don't believe in God so in hell she gon' rot (Damn)