LPB Poody, Stxnk - Bitter lyrics

Aight I just can’t load it
It just one of them vibes I’m in right now
I kept it real with you
I’m in Miami right, now I’m in Miami
I’m sick as a bitch
But that don’t mean nothing
I can still pour my heart out keep it real
Ima just talk my shit on it

I say do you need my pair of
Eyes to see what I see
Them nigga left my ass behind
They rather move without me
Your plate was full but you took some
Behind my back when I eat
Behind your actions that mean to stay
On the drop when I sneak
You live with it you die by the
Gun so I keep it in reach
Ain’t no nigga takin mine so if
You reach you get teach
Been broken hearted for weeks
You can hear it when I speak
I'd rather not get in my feelings
But I’m feeling this beat
And I been looking for love
Like "where you at, can we meet?"
Only the strong survive cause they
Say love for the weak
And I could never keep a girl
I don’t know if it’s them or it’s me
I’m tired of doing the same thing
It’s like my life on repeat but It’s ok
I got Anyla and I know she got me
I just like seeing you smile
And your pretty little feet
I ain’t kissed you in forever
You been missing for weeks
They say karma is a bitch and
You gonna sow what you reap
I wish I could tell you about

Your daddy but you won’t
Understand He your granddaddy son that
Mean pop raised a man
I know I can’t do it all
But Imma do what I can
And even though we separated it
Wasn’t apart of the plan
Won’t even ask for another
DJ Khaled you the best
I’m free styling no pen and pad to
Get this shit off my chest
Lettin this storm fly pass
I know this shit just a test
I’m dropping tears in the booth
I know this carpet getting wet
I just want some respect I
Feel like I ain’t blessed
Calculating every step ain’t playing
Checkers but chess
Better take cover I’m about to blow
And they know that I’m next
I ain’t showin no more love
So I’m giving them less

Catching cases on the regular
Basis two twin Glock
I started from marijuana I graduated to rocks
Convertible top hit the parking
Lot and turn heads
Every nigga play put about 20
Grand on his head i'm a pussy maker popper
That chopper go daca daca
She gonna pop it on this dick
With no hands like Waka Flocka
Call the coppers I ain’t scared
To put in work
Lost too many real niggas and it hurt
Nigga never seen a hurst nigga
Till I saw my dawg
Back against the wall I know they
Want to see me fall
Jail call from my nigga know he need it
Shots fired can’t believe I’m still breathing
That’s for niggas in the
Grave and I’m grieving
And every season I’m playing defense
Tryin catch your opps slippin boy
You know your clock tickin
I am not skipping on the pot whipping yola
Whipping soda, till it’s over