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700 in my cup - big sad 1900 & cypress moreno lyrics

[intro]
ayy
all that sh*t, like
(idea coming for the 808)
n*ggas better get it right, n*gga
n*ggas better get it right
i’m straight like that, n*gga
(cypress)
i don’t know what a n*gga thought it was

[verse 1]
my lil’ n*ggas wilding, still f*cking over sh*t
like, n*gga, where you from and you know around this b*tch?
i bounced out the gate, jumped right into the mix
i put that twenty*two down, i’m rocking with the stick
i came up with pimps, i ain’t falling for no b*tch (nah)
don’t go against the code, that’ll get your head split
and f*ck coronavirus ’cause my n*ggas been thick
running up in houses, tryna bust down they wrist
living ’til i die, balling ’til i fall
it’s some n*ggas fighting cases and i’m answering them calls
charged me with robbery, i took it for my dog
even though i was gone at the mall
stand on my two and i ain’t nevеr did no running
i don’t know a n*gga who can say he took something
my pbg n*gga know the wholе hood coming
rip face, had the whole hood jumping
[chorus]
i just wanna push the v12 out to vegas
learned it’s the n*ggas in your circle that be hating
grew up ’round this sh*t, so it be hard to escape it
first shot knocked him on the floor, he was shaking
this seven hundred in my cup, you better not waste it (b*tch)
i be riding out and lil’ shorty wanna taste it
i can’t be f*cking on you, b*tch, if you basic
stop tryna tell all your friends that we dating

[verse 2]
i can hit the road and be back by the night
a twenty ounce, ’bout to drop a six in my sprite
thought i f*cked up my life, i used to wanna be like mike
and now i’m hitting corners and i gotta keep a pipe
i’m squeezing on them n*ggas if i catch ’em in the heights
squeezing on them n*ggas if i catch ’em at a light
i’m raised like this, but i be tryna change my life
f*cked the b*tch once, then i could f*ck the b*tch twice
we pull it off the lot and we don’t ask, “what’s the price?”
i just dropped a four when i was getting on my flight
i can’t really hang around them n*ggas, they ain’t right
murder after murder, ain’t no n*gga tryna fight (nah)
she a bad b*tch, i just wanna see her go (go)
it ain’t one n*gga but the lawyer that i owe
you ain’t seen what i seen, n*gga, that’s for sure
n*ggas wanna war, tell them n*ggas, “up the score”
[chorus]
i just wanna push the v12 out to vegas
learned it’s the n*ggas in your circle that be hating
grew up ’round this sh*t, so it be hard to escape it
first shot knocked him on the floor, he was shaking
this seven hundred in my cup, you better not waste it
i be riding out and lil’ shorty wanna taste it
i can’t be f*cking on you, b*tch, if you basic
stop tryna tell all your friends that we dating

[outro]
that we dating, b*tch
straight up, n*gga
yeah, like, i’m out here, tryna
tryna run that bag up

- big sad 1900 cypress moreno lyrics

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