Bojack - Daniel Larson Lyrics

I been off this shit for a grip, can't even remember when I started
Yeah I be high as shit, in the spaceship like I'm a Martian
I got tweakers coppin' off me, look like Daniel Larson
My whole gang we ride with sticks, we tryna hit some targets
If it's beef, we gon' clear it up, we gon' clean you up
Leave you on the ground, now you bleeding huh
No I don't gotta cap about no racks, bitch i'm really up
We all carry hundred rounds, fo' we leave the crib we fill em up
This pint cost a lot of money, you gotta pay for it if you spillin' sum
My youngin' keep a drac', he only pull it out if he killin' sum
Yeah lil' bitch I'm sippin' drank, they said its killin' me
Yeah I'm poppin' all these trams, like they my enemies
Yeah, I'm poppin' all these Tramadols
If you got it, I'ma cop it all
I flip the pack, its doing somersaults
Bitch I'm at Ruth Chris, you eating at the dining hall
Everybody know me, I told yo bitch to act like she don't
24-7, I got fish scale in my nose
They tryna lock me, I'ma pay the bail and go back home
No she ain't want me, now she tryna slide and give me dome
She gon' do her thing, then she gon' go right back home
I told that bitch be quick, cause I got another hoe
Actavis i'm sippin', yeah, this pint so f*cking old
Told her I don't care if we was married, I'ma keep on f*ckin' hoes
I'ma keep on bustin' traps, I'ma keep on makin' racks
Took yo shit come get it back, you a pussy, you a cat
F*ck yo mans, we slime him, Slatt You talkin shit, now you a pack
Like everywhere, that's where I'm at
They broke as shit, I get why they mad
She suckin' my dick, I recline it back
What I'm rockin', they waiting in line for that
You settlin', you copped a Scat What I'm in, redeye Hellcat
Like a barber, I'ma slide with this clip, push you back
It's a barter, she gon' trade her pussy for my gat
Damn, yeah, we keep them thirties on us
Sike naw, it's a honey bun
Look at my wrist, that's a slush
Look at yo bitch, that's a slut
I done got rich as f*ck, only way I cope with it with drugs