RetcH — Not To Mention

[Verse 1] 50 Xans and like 40 blunts I got 30 bitches, all 20 something My lil bruvva, he got a Mac-10 And I'm strapped too, get the semi busting Nigga I, I'll leave you dead nigga Gotcha momma singing them slow songs I'm off 2 cups and like 3 percs Sipping red-dot, bet I'm so gone I don't usually party, I be in the trap Tryna get them racks, and stay low dog But if I'm on the scene you know I'm on my flee Hat to fucking feet, I be so worn Don’t even ask, you know it’s ‘Lo on Your bitch kinda bad, I'ma smash it Walked in the spot with the ratchet That's just a case for the static I turn to Shyne, let 'em have it Hoes get to ducking around I get to busting around I might go puff on a pound Niggas was hating before They tryna fuck with me now Ain’t it so sad Niggas, they ain't got no shame Fuck going on in they brain Bitches gon' get what they get I po'd a fo' with them zips I might just go crack the whip I might just go crash the whip I'm driving as fast as it get I'm getting as high as I can Wake up with pills and that drank Wake up, I'm sipping that drank Whipping that Benz, blowing stank Ya BM a thot, she swallow dick on the reg Whipping the BM, she giving me head Po' out some lean for my niggas that's dead Po' out some lean for the dearly departed They thought I fell off, shit, I barely done started I came with some niggas, these niggas retarded They shoot you in public, give fuck 'bout no charges Feds they hop out, they hop out of them Chargers These niggas they start tucking, and ducking, and dodging Young boy gon' throw his Tec right in the bush I'm counting up bands and I'm smoking on kush, nigga [Hook] I been blowing loud in them trenches and I'm strapped Pussy nigga, not to mention Pussy nigga, not to mention I be in the crowd of the benches waiting for 'em Tryna catch that pussy slipping Tryna catch that pussy slipping, nigga A hunnit fucking pounds of the sticky I might fuck around and break it down in fifty's Fuck around and break it down I might po' a Dr. Brown with my niggas, sipping muddy While we creeping through the city Sipping muddy through your area [Verse 2] I been blowing loud in the trenches and I'm strapped Pussy nigga, not to mention You can bet I got it on me We ain't playing round with the business Chasing pussy niggas down, jumping fences These pussy niggas get exposed Hit the store for some Fanta's, I don't really do Sprites And since they got some new tec we charging 7 for the pint Half a perc, now I'm bent Half a xanny, now I'm bent Whole xanny, now I'm bent Po' up a deuce, & do it again Po' up a deuce, & do it again Po' up a deuce, & do it again Po' up a 6th of that drank and I'm bent Po' up a 6th of that juice and Amen I had a dream I was driving a Benz Woke up and sold the whole thing to my man This drank got me going, they sayin' im on tilt Still busting plays while we out in the field Whole bunch of sour and G packs of pills Whole bunch of sour and G packs of pills These niggas they sour they hate me so real Still smoking gasoline right out the zip My bitch, yeah, she fresh off the boat I want a million off xannies and coke I want a million off mollies and dope Trapping Balenci, praying them police don't get me [Hook] I been blowing loud in them trenches and I'm strapped Pussy nigga, not to mention Pussy nigga, not to mention I be in the crowd of the benches waiting for 'em Tryna catch that pussy slipping Tryna catch that pussy slipping, nigga A hunnit fucking pounds of the sticky I might fuck around and break it down in fifty's Fuck around and break it down I might po' a Dr. Brown with my niggas, sipping muddy While we creeping through the city