Bucket of Paint lyrics

[Break: BIGBABYGUCCI]
My cup like a bucket of paint
Your b*tch had a bottle of drank
Your b*tch (?)
Your b*tch (?), yuh
Keep going, n*gga where's your place
Two Glocks' pointed at your face
Still going, till I' get pay
Lil b*tch, movin' out my way, I'm gone

[Intro: shadoe haze]
(Karma's a b*tch, but not Karma Rhythm
He's, hard as f*ck. Don't ask me how I know that)

[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
My cup like a bucket of paint
Your b*tch had enough of the drank
Your b*tch had enough of the game
Your b*tch had enough of the gang, yuh
Keep going, n*ggas at your place
Two Glocks' pointed at your face
Still going, till I' get pay
Lil b*tch, movin' out my way, I'm gone
Pockets full when I come back home
I can't see the moonlight, yeah
You only up until you fall
You only hit until you not
In the kitchen banging on these pots
How the f*ck these lil' n*ggas act like a ton
They prayin' that we not on top
I put him in a dirt, let him rot (yeah)
[Post-Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let him rot, I got (?), I can't beg she still on mine
This sh*t sport, can't steal my grind
Holy stole like hell of my time
My soul flow, just like (?)
And I'm everything they not

[Verse 1: ilykarma]
My cup pay, yeah (woah, fshh)
My cup is red (brr, hmph)
Boy he a b*tch, she get yo' head, yeah
I'm in AT, yeah (bua)
I'm in LA (bua)
Put em' in a phone call, I got that guap a lot (hmph)
Pull up, double cup like a starphone (ah)
And I'm with this b*tch, finna' take her home (ho-home)
She suck my di*k while I mix, I ain't go like "get me on my throat"
Finna' build an air pot
If you build it they gon' come, if you build it they gon' come
Boy this b*tch cause she gon' c*m
I'm (?) my fingers, tweet up deep, tweep up thumb, yeah
Pulled up with the switches, I guess you turnt up
And we empty out the clip, yeah we empty out the trunk
And this b*tch, give me bread, or sum' (Kill yourself)
[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
My cup like a bucket of paint
Your b*tch had enough of the drank
Your b*tch had enough of the game
Your b*tch had enough of the gang, yuh
Keep going, n*ggas at your place
Two Glocks' pointed at your face
Still going, till I' get pay
Lil b*tch, movin' out my way, I'm gone
Pockets full when I come back home
I can't see the moonlight, yeah
You only up until you fall
You only hit until you not
In the kitchen banging on these pots
How the f*ck these lil' n*ggas act like a ton
They prayin' that we not on top
I put him in a dirt, let him rot (yeah)

[Post-Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let him rot, I got (?), I can't beg she still on mine
This sh*t sport, can't steal my grind
Holy stole like hell of my time
My soul flow, just like (?)
And I'm everything they not