Cry In It

Write in it, die in it, bitch, cry in it
Ride in the Rover and I really wanna fly in it
Girl I gotta ask you now
Of course why you sad and low
Got a lot of things I really wanna think, and laugh a lot
Forty rental bitches and they saying I ain't sexy
I ain't give a fuck about nothing bitch I'm sad as shit
Tears in my eyes, got blood on my shirt
Where the fuck do I go? I think I've really gotta skirt

Got her riding 'round with me
I think you're dying 'round with me
Bitch I don't give a fuck, I don't
Fly around with me
I don't care if you love me, hoe
Riding 'round with me
Fucking give me fucking top, when you wanna cry I seat
Hey

Fuck with me, fuck with me, bitches love with me
I said go, really really wanna go
Die in the snow, bitch I really wanna know
If you're taking by the hand I broke, bitches gotta go

Got a lot of Glocks in my pocket, and I blow it up
Four bitches in my fucking truck, and they blowing up
Take 'em to the club, I take two kush and track it up
Then I take it to my motherfucking crib, I lit it up

Write in it, die in it, bitch, cry in it
Ride in the Rover and I really wanna fly in it
Girl I gotta ask you now
Of course why you sad and low
Got a lot of things I really wanna think, a laugh a lot
Forty rental bitches and they saying I ain't sexy
I ain't give a fuck about nothing bitch I'm sad as shit
Tears in my eyes, got blood on my shirt
Where the fuck do I go? I think I've really gotta skirt