L.B. Cooper lyrics

[Chorus]
Woah, been through sh*t too, ho
She like, "I been through sh*t," I say, "I been through sh*t too"
I took a step back, now I see the bigger picture, ho
We don't got no arms now, we just might send a missile, ho
This b*tch, she so bad now, like let's make this official
We goin' down there, but b*tch, this a different venture
I see the forecast now, b*tch, this a different blizzard, ho
Tell 'em, "b*tch, I keep all kinds of money, my pockets tiramisu," oh

[Verse]
Oh, I been up for four days, I got some problems, oh
I be tryna find ways to push 'em out my mind
I be tryna find ways to push 'em out my thoughts
She gon' drive my mind crazy, just look at how she look
b*tch gon' drive my mind crazy, just look at how she walk
n*ggas know my mind crazy, look at how we talk
They switch whеn the Suns blazin', keep my Devin Book
They switch whеn the sun's blazin'
Yes, I knew that (Ha, ha)
When you hear this Glock, spin that sh*t like Blu-ray (Ha, ha, ho-ah)
Stole my swag, where's their bouquet? (Ha, ha, ho)
Swear, I had cut that b*tch off 'cause she two-faced (Ha, ha, ho-ah)
I'm not tryn' catch a new case (Ha, ha, ho)
Please don't run, them shots flyin', hit yo' blue jay (Ha, ha, ho-ah)
We pack sh*t up, no suitcase (Ha, ha, ho)
They f*ck with Lunchbox 'cause I got new taste (Ha, ha, ho-ah)
In the back of the Benz, call me L.B. Cooper, or better, L.B. Durant, oh
Just to tell you the truth, girl, I don't know when this gon' end
Just to tell you the truth, I'm high, don't know when this gon' end, uh
We can go pound for pound, they know L.B. the man
My blunt stuffed like chalupa, I don't know where I'm gon' land
Need a truck, not a coupe b*tch, I'm tryn' fit all of this cash
Ho butt fat in that Lulu, she tryn' fit all of that ass, uh
Fat in that Lulu, oh
[Chorus]
Woah, been through sh*t too, ho
She like, "I been through sh*t," I say, "I been through sh*t too"
I took a step back, now I see the bigger picture, ho
We don't got no arms now, we just might send a missile, ho
This b*tch, she so bad now, like let's make this official
We goin' down there, but b*tch, this a different venture
I see the forecast now, b*tch, this a different blizzard, ho
Tell 'em, "b*tch, I keep all kinds of money, my pockets tiramisu," oh

[Outro]
In the back of the Benz, call me L.B. Cooper, or better, L.B. Durant, oh
Just to tell you the truth, girl, I don't know when this gon' end
Just to tell you the truth, I'm high, don't know when this gon' end, uh