[Hook] Chinese AK just do what I say and nobody die I open the soda, I get the codeine and I pour up a lot I pour up a lot, I pour up a lot Me and my niggas, we go up a lot We so up, you not D'usse, D'usse, when I get home I'mma throw up these shots When I got home I was so drunk I knocked So drunk I knocked and the door was unlocked Went in the kitchen and grabbed me a pop Got my codeine and I poured up a lot I pour up a lot
[Verse 1] I pour up a lot I got more than a doc, my soda gonna pop Strong as boulders and rocks My shoulders gon' drop, you know I know I'm so high I could have swore I saw Pac Could have swore I saw Spock My motor don't stop I stay on my feet, no hole in my socks You know I'm on deck, when there's snow, I'm on top I'm stored up on stock I'm way up, but I'm sure you're not shocked Cause you know how I rock And you know that it's cocked The .44 with the dot I'm a pro with the Glock, don't you go to the cops Or your throat gon' get chopped Then your folks gon' get got then your ho gon' get shot Kiss that ho if she hot Hitting notes on my cock like Do Re Mi Fa And all you lookin' ass niggas look at me now I'm sure you gon' watch, you boring, I'm not I'm scoring a lot, ignoring the thots I'm pouring a lot, taste like euphoria, uh Russian AK, do what I say and nobody die I open the soda, I get the codeine and I pour up a lot I pour up a lot I sew up the block, make you go off the block I'm getting twisted with 2 bad bitches in my bedroom Leave them hoes in a knot Stomach in knots, thought I need some drank I'm stuck in my bed and the dopeman said all he got is red If I don't do red, Lord, I don't do red I don't do yellow, no, I don't do that I don't do Qualitest, I don't do Watson I need that Act I don't do yellow cause it make me scratch As soon as I seen niggas sippin' green I was like, "where they do that" Bring that shit back, let me bring this shit back
[Hook] Chinese AK do what I say and nobody die My soda so dirty, I can't even lie When I need peace of mind I just pour up a lot I pour up a lot Me and my niggas, we grow up a lot We so up, you not D'usse, D'usse, when I get home, I'ma throw up these shots When I got home I was so drunk I knocked So drunk I knocked and the door was unlocked Went to the kitchen and grabbed me a pop Didn't even measure, just poured up a lot I pour up a lot
[Verse 2] I run in your building and hold up the spot Give me what you got, the keys and the gwuap Make everyone get on their knees and then count My bitch talking 'bout kicking me out Cause every time she want the soda we out Bitch, I don't want no lip, I just want some mouth I just want a sip, I don't wanna drown I just want the lean, I don't wanna bounce I just wanna chill, I don't want a crowd I just want my check, I don't want a trial I just want some neck, I don't want no vowels She just wanna love, I just want lounge I just smoke loud, she just drink brown I just drink purple, she just smoke hookah Quit cigarettes, concerned ‘bout her future I pour up a lot, past, present, future Syrup and sprite, turn that shit fuschia Hawaiian Punch, Alo-hallelujah We got that white girl workin' like Hooters My shooters don't listen I tell 'em you cool, but still they don't listen I cut on the news, and they say you missin' And I can't stop grinnin' like, "nigga, we did it" And they show police fishin' And searching under bridges when they say no witness I start hopping around like Jiminy Cricket And I can't stop sippin' And she can't stop stripping Cause she got an infant and her man in prison Lord, she can't stop ventin' And I can't stop drifting, she worry a lot And I pour me a lot I pour up a lot, I pour up a lot Don't know how to stop, I don't know how to stop so I pour up a lot, pour up a lot I pour up so much I don't know it's a lot I pour more than a lot, I go over the top
[Outro] (Oohh boy) Yeah, again and again, etcetera I pour, I pour up in Drink, soda, Sprite, Seven-Up Fuck it, here we go again Medicine, medicine, yeah I need that, I need ice girl I don't need no discount, I leave you a tip They said that Actavis dead, that's bullshit Well if so then I must be the exorcist I don't know what you heard but you heard wrong I got a swamp up in my Styrofoam It can be room temperature or lukewarm All I need is ice to make the perfect storm I pour up a lotTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
