Warhol.SS - Pour Up lyrics

Tote tag, body bag
Brand new FN on my dresser
Money bags, countin' cash
Cut yo work, we rockin' stretcher
If he talk outta line leave
That pussy boy on stretchers
He mad he can't catch up
He can't get that check up
He can't tie my record
Sip til' I got hiccups burberry my zip-up
You can't paint this picture
Roll that bitch like Fishers
Ferragamo slippers no I can't trust no-one
Two deuces ' I pour up

Two deuces I po' both xanax thats a no go
That boy don't want no smoke
I know he a no show poker boy gon' fold up
Less talk bitch just roll up
He don't sip no slow up, Karo cut his po' up
Sad dresser served us strain is paid in
Full like he my pager oh
He can't come to my block lil' boy
Stay up out this danger zone
Fuck yo plug bitch rock my phone
Worked that work when nights was long
Fuck that bitch don't want yo show
Need more backwoods and extra dome
She gon' give me astrodome
That bitch say she love my tone
Got two phones rockin' back to back
Don't call me 'less your money long
No I don't fuck with your song
I do me fuck what you on
Fingers itchin' countin' strong
These hunnids' stay where they belong

Tote tag, body bag
Brand new FN on my dresser
Money bags, countin' cash
Cut yo work, we rockin' stretcher
If he talk outta line leave
That pussy boy on stretchers
He mad he can't catch up
He can't get that check up
He can't tie my record
Sip til' I got hiccups burberry my zip-up
You can't paint this picture
Roll that bitch like Fishers
Ferragamo slippers no I can't trust no-one
Two deuces ' I pour up