It’s bittersweet The wind whistling across my bottle still can’t blow away the sorrow That tomorrow you won’t be here with me I won’t forget the way you love me, the amazing way you love me It’s bittersweet, you see You’re not here but I can feel you

I sag my pants until my ass shows Yeah I'm an asshole (Yeah yeah) And your parents hate me cause I love you So tell em' I said fuck you Yeah I said fuck you (Yeah yeah) I even slap hoes (Bitch) Funk Volume

Fuck bitches, get money Yeah, my baby girl gon' give me a son I found a girl that can do both She balling with the crew And she just like me 'cause all she wanna do (All she wanna do is) Fuck bitches, get money (All she wanna do is)

I'm not the one who's so far away When I feel the snake bite enter my veins Never did want to be here again And I don't remember why I came I'm coming back again When I feel the snake bite enter my veins Never did I want to be here again And I don't

But ooh, you got that thang You walk in with a crooked smile Yeah your hair's a little out of style The way you drink, the way you trip The way you bite your bottom lip The way you slip, the way you slide The way you walk, the way you drive

We can send this bitch up, it can't go down Memories don't live like people do They always 'member you Whether things are good or bad It's just the memories that you have Reliving the past Rock star bitch call me Elvis M.O.B, she call me selfish

Free my niggas eatin' soup 'cause they in the can Fresh out of jail, made another milli' And bitch, don't think I changed, 'cause I didn't I'll still'll hit a nigga with that glizzy If rap don't pop, I'm back to stealin' identity Credit card fraud, I'm

Martha, my dear Martha, my love Don't forget me When you find yourself in the thick of it Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you Though I spend my days in conversation, please Remember me Hold your head up, you silly girl

Life's a bitch and then you die Cause you never know when you're gonna go That's why we get high That's why we puff la Visualizing the realism of life and actuality Fuck who's "the baddest"; a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is

When I walk up in this bitch, they turn the lights out All the young niggas with me and they iced out I had to stack it up and get my mom a nice house I could've did the Wraith, instead I brought the bikes out This that "just got to a half a brick" music