Bitch I'm on my way
To my favorite place
Open up at 8
Til it's super late
Open 7 days
So you know I'm straight
They got everything you'll ever need
From Cashing checks with no ID
To brews and blunts for rolling weed
At the Liquor Sto'
My pops told me stop living check to check
And I said look you gotta invest
And he said look I'm not that impressed
So I got up and I just left
Cause I don't need no more f*cking stress
So now I'm mobbing but regret
Cause that advice he gave was best
But I just Call my nigga Dre up
Said he got the hoes I said okay bruh
I'll go grab some drinks you grab the swisher sweets then meet later
Sleeping all my days away at night I party like raver
Spot the peers some beers get Faded now we cutting up like razors
F*ck if my subconscious don't agree I'm bout to f*ck from content
Ciroc, Remy White, some Hennessy mix all these don't vomit
Trying to get her down on her two knees then all on 4 prosthodontist
The night just begun two fifths are done we getting lit like comets
So many grams be going around
That you'd think that the Grammys is going down
I reached for her jammies she said I'm a hound
She if you said if you want panties then I gotta drown
The clock read 1-4-8
We running low on drank
He running low on tank
We running til' we can't
We trying not to faint
Because
Bitch I'm on my way
To my favorite place
Open up at 8
Til it's super late
Open 7 days
So you know I'm straight
They got everything you'll ever need
From Cashing checks with no ID
To brews and blunts for rolling weed
At the Liquor Sto'
When you dig up in yo pockets
Then you look up in yo wallet
And you broken as promise
And them bottles is yo profit
Fear no more they take deposits
Here you go now take yo toxic
Wait don't choose weight out yo options
2 for 4 sound good but then 3 for 5 done caught yo optics
Miller Lite or Heineken don't matter which just use yo Logic
Save enough for old boy at the counter he said he got chronic
Told you that's that loud just rub it cross yo face see if he honest
But Don't just leave just yet you know the clerk grab two cigarettes on credit
And He gone give that no need to finesse cause y'all go back like Jurassic
Bootleg man to ya left, DVD's in the chest, got new shit on deck And classics
You don't need none of that, so you lean in for dap, then proceed to the Lac
And you just
Move throughout the neighborhood to see what's popping nothing's popping til' you bend the block
Brew in hand you sipping then you notice them they know it's you the motherf*ckin cops
Now you flicked, you on your knees
They found ya drink, they found ya trees you hid up in yo sock
Took ya drink, took ya weed, took ya whip
Sewage system shit will never stop
Cops said we gone give you break and broke with a pen pad
Thinking to yourself like they can go head and arrest my ass
Now you back to square one without squares or blunts and drinks you had
Til' you hit yo mans up asked him for a dub
He said why you said
Bitch I'm on my way
To my favorite place
Open up at 8
Til it's super late
Open 7 days
So you know I'm straight
They got everything you'll ever need
From Cashing checks with no ID
To brews and blunts for rolling weed
At the Liquor Sto'
If you need a drink
Or some trees
You can get it bro
Plastic cups for free
Two loosies
What you lookin for
Bootleg dvds
Two for Three
Nigga look no mo
Text me when you leave
We can meet
At the Liquor Sto'
If you need a drink
Or some trees
You can get it bro
Plastic cups for free
Two loosies
What you looking for
Bootleg dvds
Two for Three
Nigga look no mo
Text me when you leave
We can meet
Up the street
At the Liquor Sto'
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Bitch I'm on my way
To my favorite place
Open up at 8
Til it's super late
Open 7 days
So you know I'm straight
They got everything you'll ever need
From Cashing checks with no ID
To brews and blunts for rolling weed
At the Liquor Sto'
My pops told me stop living check to check
And I said look you gotta invest
And he said look I'm not that impressed
So I got up and I just left
Cause I don't need no more f*cking stress
So now I'm mobbing but regret
Cause that advice he gave was best
But I just Call my nigga Dre up
Said he got the hoes I said okay bruh
I'll go grab some drinks you grab the swisher sweets then meet later
Sleeping all my days away at night I party like raver
Spot the peers some beers get Faded now we cutting up like razors
F*ck if my subconscious don't agree I'm bout to f*ck from content
Ciroc, Remy White, some Hennessy mix all these don't vomit
Trying to get her down on her two knees then all on 4 prosthodontist
The night just begun two fifths are done we getting lit like comets
So many grams be going around
That you'd think that the Grammys is going down
I reached for her jammies she said I'm a hound
She if you said if you want panties then I gotta drown
The clock read 1-4-8
We running low on drank
He running low on tank
We running til' we can't
We trying not to faint
Because
Bitch I'm on my way
To my favorite place
Open up at 8
Til it's super late
Open 7 days
So you know I'm straight
They got everything you'll ever need
From Cashing checks with no ID
To brews and blunts for rolling weed
At the Liquor Sto'
When you dig up in yo pockets
Then you look up in yo wallet
And you broken as promise
And them bottles is yo profit
Fear no more they take deposits
Here you go now take yo toxic
Wait don't choose weight out yo options
2 for 4 sound good but then 3 for 5 done caught yo optics
Miller Lite or Heineken don't matter which just use yo Logic
Save enough for old boy at the counter he said he got chronic
Told you that's that loud just rub it cross yo face see if he honest
But Don't just leave just yet you know the clerk grab two cigarettes on credit
And He gone give that no need to finesse cause y'all go back like Jurassic
Bootleg man to ya left, DVD's in the chest, got new shit on deck And classics
You don't need none of that, so you lean in for dap, then proceed to the Lac
And you just
Move throughout the neighborhood to see what's popping nothing's popping til' you bend the block
Brew in hand you sipping then you notice them they know it's you the motherf*ckin cops
Now you flicked, you on your knees
They found ya drink, they found ya trees you hid up in yo sock
Took ya drink, took ya weed, took ya whip
Sewage system shit will never stop
Cops said we gone give you break and broke with a pen pad
Thinking to yourself like they can go head and arrest my ass
Now you back to square one without squares or blunts and drinks you had
Til' you hit yo mans up asked him for a dub
He said why you said
Bitch I'm on my way
To my favorite place
Open up at 8
Til it's super late
Open 7 days
So you know I'm straight
They got everything you'll ever need
From Cashing checks with no ID
To brews and blunts for rolling weed
At the Liquor Sto'
If you need a drink
Or some trees
You can get it bro
Plastic cups for free
Two loosies
What you lookin for
Bootleg dvds
Two for Three
Nigga look no mo
Text me when you leave
We can meet
At the Liquor Sto'
If you need a drink
Or some trees
You can get it bro
Plastic cups for free
Two loosies
What you looking for
Bootleg dvds
Two for Three
Nigga look no mo
Text me when you leave
We can meet
Up the street
At the Liquor Sto'
To my favorite place
Open up at 8
Til it's super late
Open 7 days
So you know I'm straight
They got everything you'll ever need
From Cashing checks with no ID
To brews and blunts for rolling weed
At the Liquor Sto'
My pops told me stop living check to check
And I said look you gotta invest
And he said look I'm not that impressed
So I got up and I just left
Cause I don't need no more f*cking stress
So now I'm mobbing but regret
Cause that advice he gave was best
But I just Call my nigga Dre up
Said he got the hoes I said okay bruh
I'll go grab some drinks you grab the swisher sweets then meet later
Sleeping all my days away at night I party like raver
Spot the peers some beers get Faded now we cutting up like razors
F*ck if my subconscious don't agree I'm bout to f*ck from content
Ciroc, Remy White, some Hennessy mix all these don't vomit
Trying to get her down on her two knees then all on 4 prosthodontist
The night just begun two fifths are done we getting lit like comets
So many grams be going around
That you'd think that the Grammys is going down
I reached for her jammies she said I'm a hound
She if you said if you want panties then I gotta drown
The clock read 1-4-8
We running low on drank
He running low on tank
We running til' we can't
We trying not to faint
Because
Bitch I'm on my way
To my favorite place
Open up at 8
Til it's super late
Open 7 days
So you know I'm straight
They got everything you'll ever need
From Cashing checks with no ID
To brews and blunts for rolling weed
At the Liquor Sto'
When you dig up in yo pockets
Then you look up in yo wallet
And you broken as promise
And them bottles is yo profit
Fear no more they take deposits
Here you go now take yo toxic
Wait don't choose weight out yo options
2 for 4 sound good but then 3 for 5 done caught yo optics
Miller Lite or Heineken don't matter which just use yo Logic
Save enough for old boy at the counter he said he got chronic
Told you that's that loud just rub it cross yo face see if he honest
But Don't just leave just yet you know the clerk grab two cigarettes on credit
And He gone give that no need to finesse cause y'all go back like Jurassic
Bootleg man to ya left, DVD's in the chest, got new shit on deck And classics
You don't need none of that, so you lean in for dap, then proceed to the Lac
And you just
Move throughout the neighborhood to see what's popping nothing's popping til' you bend the block
Brew in hand you sipping then you notice them they know it's you the motherf*ckin cops
Now you flicked, you on your knees
They found ya drink, they found ya trees you hid up in yo sock
Took ya drink, took ya weed, took ya whip
Sewage system shit will never stop
Cops said we gone give you break and broke with a pen pad
Thinking to yourself like they can go head and arrest my ass
Now you back to square one without squares or blunts and drinks you had
Til' you hit yo mans up asked him for a dub
He said why you said
Bitch I'm on my way
To my favorite place
Open up at 8
Til it's super late
Open 7 days
So you know I'm straight
They got everything you'll ever need
From Cashing checks with no ID
To brews and blunts for rolling weed
At the Liquor Sto'
If you need a drink
Or some trees
You can get it bro
Plastic cups for free
Two loosies
What you lookin for
Bootleg dvds
Two for Three
Nigga look no mo
Text me when you leave
We can meet
At the Liquor Sto'
If you need a drink
Or some trees
You can get it bro
Plastic cups for free
Two loosies
What you looking for
Bootleg dvds
Two for Three
Nigga look no mo
Text me when you leave
We can meet
Up the street
At the Liquor Sto'
Writer: Terrance Clark
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid