Yung Mal, Lil Quill - 2 Cups lyrics

I just poured a four in styrofoam
I hope I make it home
Missed calls in my damn phone
Just need my chill zone
East Side, Zone 6 nigga
Yeah that's the kill zone
Keep it solid, keep it real holme
That's what I live on
If you ain't tryna bring a mil home
You need to go'n on
New Jeep, leave the doors on
And get my roll on
New freak at the spot and she
Ain't got no clothes on
Fell asleep cooking dope but I
Left the stove on

That lean got my head gone
I just poured a three in styrofoam
I'm swerving on my way home
With your ho, she ain't got no clothes on
I get the head but I don't stay long
They fell off and I'ma stay on
I guess that's what they hate on
New Jeep, take the doors off
And get my roll on
All this ice 'round my neck
I done caught a cold on 'em
I took your brother on a lick
And a nigga told on me
How the fuck the nigga snitch and he
The one who drove for me?
Couple J's at the spot and they
Work the doors for me
You ever try me like a bitch
I beat you like you stole somethin'
All these niggas dead broke
Always want to hold something
Go and get it how I got it
Get off your ass and get some money

I just poured a four in styrofoam
I hope I make it home
Missed calls in my damn phone
Just need my chill zone
East Side, Zone 6 nigga
Yeah that's the kill zone
Keep it solid, keep it real holme
That's what I live on
If you ain't tryna bring a mil home
You need to go'n on
New Jeep, leave the doors on
And get my roll on
New freak at the spot and she
Ain't got no clothes on
Fell asleep cooking dope but I
Left the stove on

Couple freaks at the spot and they
Ain't got no clothes on
I fell asleep on the couch
I had all my gold on
No I cannot leave out that house unless
I got that pole on me
He had some clout but did not vouch for me
He kept it toes on me i just poured me up a
Four inside a styrofoam
I be gettin' the bag
Don't know what you want
I just made ten bags just
To rap inside a microphone
I don't know if I'ma make it home
Told my ho I just fucked 'bout eight bitches
Hope that she don't take it wrong

I just poured a four in styrofoam
I hope I make it home
Missed calls in my damn phone
Just need my chill zone
East Side, Zone 6 nigga
Yeah that's the kill zone
Keep it solid, keep it real holme
That's what I live on
If you ain't tryna bring a mil home
You need to go'n on
New Jeep, leave the doors on
And get my roll on
New freak at the spot and she
Ain't got no clothes on
Fell asleep cooking dope but I
Left the stove on