Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pop Me a Pint, artist - Retch. Album song Still Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fastmoney
Song language: English
Pop Me a Pint |
Run up them racks, gotta run up them racks |
J Dot Productions |
Run up them racks, gotta run up them racks |
I drank, two-hundred-dollar sodas |
Can’t support these niggas, 'cause these niggas, they be bogus |
I’ma rock a concert then go spend it on a choker |
And I’m smoking on this pressure, help to stimulate my focus |
I be down to 8, might bust a play inside the Strokers |
I looked up to my uncle 'til he turned into a smoker |
And I can’t hit the function, they won’t let me bring my toaster |
Shit, I had to snuff a nigga 'cause he tried to screw me over |
I like the 'Cedes truck but I been looking at the Rover |
I do without the tint, that’s just so 12 can’r pull me over |
And she a dime lil' bitch but nonetheless I had to motor |
We total opposites but I think that would make us closer |
I’m smoking ganja spliffs, I feel like I just left the solar |
She give me compliments, I fuck her once and then dispose her |
I need a rider bitch for all the nights when shit get colder |
I rock designer shit, these hoes gon' fuck you for exposure |
I wake up counting the chips like every morning, like it’s Folgers |
I keep the chopper with me, 'cause these niggas, they be vultures |
Your bitch, she vibing with me and I’m tryna get to know her |
And now I’m driving 60, finna go and bend her over |
I’m finna fuck on your pretty little bitch from the back and then fuck on her |
face and her mouth |
I’m finna pull on her hair, finna pull on her hair like I’m tryna pull this |
shit from the scalp |
I’m finna count up a check on the jet and then jump in the Ghost and get drove |
to the house |
I’m finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank on that thirty thousand |
dollar couch |
I’m fin' get booted right now, I’m finna shoot this shit down, I’m finna prove |
that it down |
I’m finna jump in the Spur, I’m finna jump in your spouse, I’m finna fuck her |
then bounce |
I’m finished fucking around, I’m finna go off right now, I’m finna smoke out |
the pound |
I’m finna buy me some ice, I’m finna buy me a pint |
Swear I’m tryna walk with Jesus but the Devil close to me |
I got enemies that I don’t know, I keep the torch with me |
had the plugs won, but shit, I brought the bros with me |
And nigga shit, if you ain’t close with me, then you can’t smoke with me |
Swear these bitches getting old to me, they do the most to me |
I tell a bitch if you can’t grow with me, then you can’t roll with me |
Lowkey with a Cali thing, smoking OG |
Dripping sauce all on that bitch like a fucking nosebleed |
I’m finna fuck on your pretty little bitch from the back and then fuck on her |
face and her mouth |
I’m finna pull on her hair, finna pull on her hair like I’m tryna pull this |
shit from the scalp |
I’m finna count up a check on the jet and then jump in the Ghost and get drove |
to the house |
I’m finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank on that thirty thousand |
dollar couch |
I’m fin' get booted right now, I’m finna shoot this shit down, I’m finna prove |
that it down |
I’m finna jump in the Spur, I’m finna jump in your spouse, I’m finna fuck her |
then bounce |
I’m finished fucking around, I’m finna go off right now, I’m finna smoke out |
the pound |
I’m finna buy me some ice, I’m finna buy me a pint |