Stutter lyrics

[Verse 1: Twelvyy]
45 for the thrift store
Gotta AK need clips for
Gotta bad b*tch need tits for her
She a road trip I'll flip for her
See Rosé from the fifth floor
Got Three C's like Rick Ross
Like Calico that criss cross
Crushing trips just to clip talk
Your b*tch lost I'mma big boss
My b*tch boss that sh*t cost
I'm in court with that Pitchfork
That hot I send for
Can't ignore young big dog
Better copy that like 10-4
This Mob sh*t get sinful
This squad sh*t get sinful
From [?] I been raw
I big body I can dog
I spray sh*t like O-Dog
I curve sh*t like "no dog"
Y'all soft sh*t like slow songs
Y'all so gone
Sayonara like so long
It's so on n*gga
I'm so gone
[Interlude: Twelvyy & RetcH]

[Verse 2: RetcHy P]
Two ounce, that's one cup
Three xans and like ten blunts
Nodding out at that stop light
Doing drugs like I'm tryna stop life
I'm smoking big dope in a fast whip
If I see them lights flash then I'm smashing
I bought twelve percs and slid my brother five
Then split two with my n*ggas so I blessed the squad
I had one, I think I lost or might give it away
I ate three and saved one for a rainy day
When Actavis stopped that sh*t broke my heart
The world as I knew it, it just fell apart
But now I mix the cream with the Tech though
I'm on molly with ya b*tch bumping techno
n*gga and never was that ever valid
Type of n*gga go eat and just order salad
I'm on so much drugs I could f*cking die
I'm so xanned up I couldn't even twist the La
And I really wanna do is f*ck and smoke
Count money in my drawers, prolly on a boat
Have a mami slurp me down
Who you know do a show then go and work a pound
What's popping who you know
And I might sell it all in eighths
Then hit the road do a light lil thirty dates n*gga
Catch me somewhere you ain't n*gga