DJ Drama, Freddie Gibbs, Ea$y Money - Breaking Bad lyrics

I'm so poured up tonight
It's just me and this highway
I'm just driving
Don't know where I'm going tonight
If you see my eyes then
You will say I'm wildin'
Cause, I'm on a lowrider in this four door
Got a cup full of liquor and my eyes so low
I don't know where I am going tonight
Baby I am just riding, riding, riding

Uh, feel like I'm drownin in this 40 ounce
Less than forty dollars to my name boy
Whatchu know about ratchets and ski masks
Thugs with drug habit's
Babies born hooked on this dope
Guess we cultivate drug addicts
In the place I reside
Really ain't shit to do but get high
All the way from the crack
House to the church
Everybody doing dirt to get by
I just do mine, all by my lonely dawg
I just fell off when I'm back
On it it's fuck all y'all
And all the broads, just to diss a nigga
You too broke to buy
Gifts for Christmas nigga?
Thought she was down but she dippin'
Off with a different nigga
That hurt my heart so bad made
Me wanna load my clip
Find where this buster stay and go
Smoke him over my bitch
I'm choking smoking this zip
Shoulda been selling that
Smoking three fives every hour
Yea them Kevin Durants
Straight to the head with this yac
Straight with the pot with the powder
Hoping I catch a blessing
Might catch a stray from a coward

I'm so poured up tonight
It's just me and this highway
I'm just driving
Don't know where I'm going tonight
If you see my eyes then
You will say I'm wildin'
Cause, I'm on a lowrider in this four door
Got a cup full of liquor and my eyes so low
I don't know where I am going tonight
Baby I am just riding, riding, riding

Uh, we cutting corners in caprices
Just throw some on the stove and watch
Me beat that shit to pieces
Take this shit back to them beeper days
Back when shit was cheaper days
Homeboy just got raided just can't stay
Clear of them people man
Money on my nigga books, and Sunday visit's
Heard these mother fuckers talk about it
My niggas live it
But sometimes they get released and forgot
Who kept it the realest
They known behind them singles but
Nothing niggas and bitches
And I guess we out here beefin
I just caused a shoot-out at the club
The hardest ones to kill is niggas
That you used to love
It's easy squeezing that trigger
But I'm dying inside
I Brush it off like it's nothing
And get high in the ride
Rolling this 4 door
Yellow dope off in my Styrofoam
Slaying cluckers
Mayonnaise and mustard what I'm ridin on
Rollin this 4 door with this
Fo-fo like I'm Al Capone i'm living proof
The devils roof is what I'm ridin on

I'm so poured up tonight
It's just me and this highway
I'm just driving
Don't know where I'm going tonight
If you see my eyes then
You will say I'm wildin'
Cause, I'm on a lowrider in this four door
Got a cup full of liquor and my eyes so low
I don't know where I am going tonight
Baby I am just riding, riding, riding