Venting to My Cup Lyrics

What the fuck

Bitches I can't trust yuh

I brought my Timberlands my cup is filled with mud yuh

My 'Berg not a sniper but I keep a slug yuh

I feel like Bone Thugs I'm only smoking buds ya

That bitch looks innocent but she is still a slut hold on

That bitch is way to freaky I couldn't get enough ya

The demons in my head I'm venting to my cup

The demons in my head I'm venting to my mane

Diamonds on my Glock just like I got my camouflage done

Ya she gonna try to hit me up but know the damage done

I be smoking on that pussy like he was a pack or something

She gonna wrap her legs around me like she trying to have a son

Ya I call that boy the Seahawks because he wish he could've run

I ain't going like the Warriors won't blow no 3-1

Pussy I can get you booked like you was the Pheonix Suns

Damn

Pussy pussy pussy pussy

Yuh

Demons In my head ya I'm venting to my stack uh

She got that Gyat I'm gonna hit her from the back uh

Until my Brother happy I got to make it back uh

You flexing on the gram your Grandma in that trap uh

I was at my Grannies house my Unky serving pack yuh

I ain't affiliated but I still keep a strap hold on

That's because I know them pussy's want me dead hold on

I'm in a Glocky mood treat your head just like some Pez hold on

What the fuck

Bitches I can't trust yuh

I brought my Timberlands my cup is filled with mud yuh

My berg not a sniper but I keep a slug yuh

I feel like Bone Thugs I'm only smoking buds ya

That bitch looks innocent but she is still a slut hold on

That bitch is way to freaky I couldn't get enough ya

The demons in my head I'm venting to my cup

The demons in my head I'm venting to my mane