Jay Swervo - Honey Bourbon

I wanna ball I just wanna be great
I wanna ball
I wanna ball bitch I just wanna be great
Put on some Cartier's and now I can't see the hate
I know that I'm a drug addict
Ain't got no one to blame
Drum up on that Glock cause when I pull up I don't like to aim
I just like to dump it when I up it
Take a Adderall it's a upper
Pop a bean fill it in my stomach
Smokin' za pack, I got munchies now
Put a banana clip on the MP5 go monkeys now
Glock don't even go bow
Supressor on that don't make no sound
I remember I was steppin' in some Reebok
I put some Mike Amiri on instead of Levi
I got on Fear God, I'm high think I can see God
I fuck her good, yeah, I been really hittin' G-spots
I keep that Glockiana cause I know the creeps out
Used to iron all my shoes to get the crease out
And I got her on her knees ain't bring the priest out
Had her at it for so long she need a pit stop
I been getting money and I think that's why they mad at me
You cappin' in your raps, I might as well just call you Maddie B
I gotta go
She giving me that wap cause I'm where fetty be
It's getting old
I don't wanna see my patnas on the TV screen
My wrist on froze
Bitch, I got ice like I hurt it
I'm eatin' filet mignon
Ghetto niggas in a suburban
Roll a nigga in a honey bourbon
Why my tummy hurting
Why your pockets hurting
Rockstar shit
I'm on that rockstar shit
Please don't get hit with the blick
Cause your mama will be really sick
Water on my wrist like the sea
No, you could never be me
Little mermaid, he under the sea
Money tall like Yao Ming
He got hit with a 19

Written by:
NGF Swerv

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