Liquor Thots

And I swear
All these 3 A.M. liquor thoughts
They keep on fucking me up
They got my mind in a rut
I needa get it unstuck yuh yuh
Can you can you can you help me out
And I swear
All these 3 A.M. liquor thots
Fucking me up
I needa I needa bounce
I needa I needa an ounce
Smoking that shit from the South
Bad biddie I'm beating it out
I get the money year round
The money keep coming
We jumping and funning
We don't give a fuck about nothing
I'm fly like the birdies
Retire in my thirties
Balenci with all of the sauce
I pick up the ball and I run
Started at night and we run till the dawn
I got a new bitch that I take to my jawn
Two seater coupe like we running the town
Like we running the town
Gun on my hip 30 round
Came with the slip diamonds pow
Money they ship
Cause I'm getting so much wow
Aye yuh cause I got it right now aye aye
I see
I see what you trying to do
You wanna take a ride in this coupe
Keep it a 100 like these blues
Them's the only rules
Sticked up with them tools
Only thing we do is win
So how could I ever lose
I got bout a hunnid thousand
But that's old news
I'm fucking these bitches by the pair like I'm buying new shoes
Guessing you getting the clue
All these 3 A.M. liquor thoughts
They keep on fucking me up
They got my mind in a rut
I needa get it unstuck yuh yuh
Can you can you can you help me out
And I swear
All these 3 A.M. liquor thots
Fucking me up
I needa I needa bounce
I needa I needa an ounce
Smoking that shit from the South
Bad biddie I'm beating it out
I get the money year round