Lyrics Tears in a Bucket - Chetta

Tears in a Bucket

Riding through the ninth ward
Smoking nine eleven boy
Heard im bout that action boy
Call me cool lil corleone
Bitch im throwed
Always stoned
Always throwed
All alone
Put that on bank
Put that on the gang
What you think
Woadie dont play
Woadie dont think
What you think
Put that on sauce
Put that in the vault
What you think
I need all that guap
I need all that change
What you think
Im gunna be the one
They call up on to serve the heat
How many g’s it take
To flood my safe
Im surfing on blue cheese
What does a hot boy hot boy hot boy need
Rip hot boy hot boy hot boy shesh
I need a line a day
A line of pain
Been lying in a pool of shame
Ashamed to be a perfect stain
A stain will fade away
I can’t complain
Im on an eighth a day
Bitch keep your ace of spades
Dont need a wraith
I need a cooling kit
To cock it back and spray
Feds taking pictures of me
Bitches still snitching on me
Friends stay switching on me
Two tears In the bucket, fuck it
Straight up out the mud, that’s whats in my cup
Plus i’m off the Percocets and bud.
I can’t get enough
Call slick, calling my plug he like he got to up the lows
He grown up, my family was broke, me and my closest kinfolk
Sharing shoes and clothes, had no other choice
Still kill or sell dope, got the devil on my back
Ain’t no angels on my shoulder, feel like im carrying a boulder
All this weight up on my back, when i ain’t got my drugs im sober
Somebody can get smacked, rule number one fire woods to start the day,
make plays the bankroll fresh every god damn day
Give a fuck what a hater gotta say, long as my family straight, long as I get
my pay
Overcome obstacles everyday, run marathons to the K
Watch your back in these trees, watch your own associates in the freeze
Make sure all you’re niggas eat, i got 5 of em yesterday and have zero left
today, just a big biggo fat bankroll