Lyrics Not to Mention - Retch

Not to Mention

50 Xans and like 40 blunts
I got 30 bitches, all 20 something
My lil bruvva, he got a Mac-10
And I’m strapped too, get the semi busting
Nigga I, I’ll leave you dead nigga
Gotcha momma singing them slow songs
I’m off 2 cups and like 3 percs
Sipping red-dot, bet I’m so gone
I don’t usually party, I be in the trap
Tryna get them racks, and stay low dog
But if I’m on the scene you know I’m on my flee
Hat to fucking feet, I be so worn
Don’t even ask, you know it’s ‘Lo on
Your bitch kinda bad, I’ma smash it
Walked in the spot with the ratchet
That’s just a case for the static
I turn to Shyne, let 'em have it
Hoes get to ducking around
I get to busting around
I might go puff on a pound
Niggas was hating before
They tryna fuck with me now
Ain’t it so sad
Niggas, they ain’t got no shame
Fuck going on in they brain
Bitches gon' get what they get
I po’d a fo' with them zips
I might just go crack the whip
I might just go crash the whip
I’m driving as fast as it get
I’m getting as high as I can
Wake up with pills and that drank
Wake up, I’m sipping that drank
Whipping that Benz, blowing stank
Ya BM a thot, she swallow dick on the reg
Whipping the BM, she giving me head
Po' out some lean for my niggas that’s dead
Po' out some lean for the dearly departed
They thought I fell off, shit, I barely done started
I came with some niggas, these niggas retarded
They shoot you in public, give fuck 'bout no charges
Feds they hop out, they hop out of them Chargers
These niggas they start tucking, and ducking, and dodging
Young boy gon' throw his Tec right in the bush
I’m counting up bands and I’m smoking on kush, nigga
I been blowing loud in them trenches and I’m strapped
Pussy nigga, not to mention
Pussy nigga, not to mention
I be in the crowd of the benches waiting for 'em
Tryna catch that pussy slipping
Tryna catch that pussy slipping, nigga
A hunnit fucking pounds of the sticky
I might fuck around and break it down in fifty’s
Fuck around and break it down
I might po' a Dr. Brown with my niggas, sipping muddy
While we creeping through the city
Sipping muddy through your area
I been blowing loud in the trenches and I’m strapped
Pussy nigga, not to mention
You can bet I got it on me
We ain’t playing round with the business
Chasing pussy niggas down, jumping fences
These pussy niggas get exposed
Hit the store for some Fanta’s, I don’t really do Sprites
And since they got some new tec we charging 7 for the pint
Half a perc, now I’m bent
Half a xanny, now I’m bent
Whole xanny, now I’m bent
Po' up a deuce, & do it again
Po' up a deuce, & do it again
Po' up a deuce, & do it again
Po' up a 6th of that drank and I’m bent
Po' up a 6th of that juice and Amen
I had a dream I was driving a Benz
Woke up and sold the whole thing to my man
This drank got me going, they sayin' im on tilt
Still busting plays while we out in the field
Whole bunch of sour and G packs of pills
Whole bunch of sour and G packs of pills
These niggas they sour they hate me so real
Still smoking gasoline right out the zip
My bitch, yeah, she fresh off the boat
I want a million off xannies and coke
I want a million off mollies and dope
Trapping Balenci, praying them police don’t get me
I been blowing loud in them trenches and I’m strapped
Pussy nigga, not to mention
Pussy nigga, not to mention
I be in the crowd of the benches waiting for 'em
Tryna catch that pussy slipping
Tryna catch that pussy slipping, nigga
A hunnit fucking pounds of the sticky
I might fuck around and break it down in fifty’s
Fuck around and break it down
I might po' a Dr. Brown with my niggas, sipping muddy
While we creeping through the city