RIVR - PINK OCTOBER (feat. Enrgy Beats)

Mmhm,
Ok first,
Who the hell gone do it like I do it?
I was fuckin niggas bitches, when they heard we got into it
We was fucking to my album, told me she like riding to it
Gang with me, we make murder music, we be sliding to it
I mix the drank up with the lemonade, it turn a pretty pink
That was supposed to be yo bitch, then how the fuck I even link
She told me beat it on the floor, or I could beat it on the sink
She told me fuck her with the chain on, she wanna hear it clink
Yeah, pink fifties spreading down my arm like its October
I just dropped a 10 in my drank, I am not sober
Sold a nigga bins for a band, yea I got over
Sold a nigga forms for like 6, yea I got over
If you run off the bread I got your addy in my phone too
I know where you work, and what you drive, and when you home too
Shit be real, I'll probably know when you alone too
Boy you a bitch, that's why yo people 'nem disowned you
You a bitch and a half, if I do the math on him
Shit I got the bread for it, I could drop a bag on him
He a dummy, so my shooters prolly come and crash on him
My shooter so rude, he saw dude, he shot then spat on him
Bitch that ain't my baby, we can link with Jerry Springer
You gone think I'm mean for it, but my bitch gone be meaner
Is he a scammer, a trapper, a rapper, or a singer?
I left the percs in my jacket when I took it to the cleaners
I turn the opps into weed, like wallah I call it magic
I see that boy and stop his car, we got the readers out in traffic
I went to school with a blade and twenty pills in my jacket
I still keep a palm reader so my future never tragic
I still keep a palm reader, I can promise I'mma shoot it
Went to school and sold dope, with good grades, I aint stupid
And I sold the Adderall I got prescribed, I ain't lose it
Someone call CPS for the percs, cause I abused it
Getting geeked like I was Urkel, babygirl she aint surprised
I put a choppa in the back, my brother said he wanna slide
Smoke the opps like they exotic, turn the block to slip n slide
He gone wish he killed himself, he wanna do the unalive
2018 I almost died, I tried to overdose
Death turned around and said nah, this the okey-doke
Popped so many pills, my blood coulda been a antidote
Tried to sleep for a long time, fuck a comatose
Really looking back, all I needed was the big bucks
Tryna get a mansion, hit the terrace, get my dick sucked
I ain't got no manners, me and terrorists done clicked up
Baby bottles full of syrup, tell my brothers sip up
Big bank boys, count it up, where yo racks at?
Bitch suck dick so good, I call her Kat Stacks
I could show yo ass a 100 ball where my trap at
Bag full of money, oxycodone in my backpack
Ok first,
Who the hell gone do it like I do it?
I was fuckin niggas bitches, when they heard we got into it
We was fucking to my album, told me she like riding to it
Gang with me, we make murder music, we be sliding to it
I mix the drank up with the lemonade, it turn a pretty pink
That was supposed to be yo bitch, and how the fuck I even link
She told me beat it on the floor, or I could beat it on the sink
She told me fuck her with the chain on, she wanna hear it clink
Pink fifties spreading down my arm like its October
I just dropped a 10 in my drank I am not sober
Pink fifties spreading down my arm like its October
I just dropped a 10 in my drank I am not sober
Pink fifties spreading down my arm like its October
I just dropped a 10 in my drank I am not sober
Pink fifties spreading down my arm like its October
I just dropped a 10 in my drank I am not sober

Written by:
River Robinson

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