Pop Me a Pint - Retch

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