Dezzus - Lyrical Night Reflection (feat. Ray Moore) Lyrics

Thinking about pouring up in a styrofoam cup
Wanna get so f*cked up cause these bitches stuck up
I'm about to cut up on the track and make it a new cut

Cutting up, pouring up, these bitches know what's up
Deezy gets to rapping and them bitches loose they luck
Deezy got the blick and make them gizzy, what the f*ck
Coming from vernon to the dells, eating on Taco Bell

Virgin gave me a spill, all these bitches coming from hell
Wake up in my makeup, it's time to get the f*ck up
For a different day in a crazy way, bro, tell them to shut the f*ck up
My brain ain't synced, that bitch is trained, all these bitches are stuck up

My girl start cracking on cues, got a guy in my head, she like no luck
A fat ass with a lot of cash, girl, let me see that toe touch
Damn, you mad I'm late for the tip, that ass coming to help much
Don't talk, just listen, I'm on a f*cking mission

Making me some new cuts or making me a new club
Moving swings, got me hard and mean, that bitch don't know she's f*cked up
The graveyard shift be killing me, her texts keep on messaging me
Yeah, she keep on texting me, dude, that make me a whole G

The devil got her theory just like Hillary, she's in the misery
Teach in elementary, her lessons thought it would be cake to me
COVID running straight through me, catching COVID f*cking easily
F*ck a world like Eazy-E, but the devil can't get to me

Girls be calling out to me, the weed is all up in the streets
A lot of people believe in me, my mama used to sing to me
Now I gotta wake up work hard and get some food to eat
Yeah, yeah, yeah

This shit crazy, man
Yeah
You know we go hard in the paint
Wait, what

Ah
Hold up
Bad bitch
Bad bitch

Go yard bag
Versace bag
Louis bag
Back it up

Gon' shake that ass
Nine-piece, mild sauce, with some ass
30 popper
Drop topper

Bad bitch, flip floppers
She nasty, if you ask me
I can't pull it up, straight trashy
Nine-piece, with that 30 on her

Pull up on the block, baby, show me when you want it
I can do some good for you if you got it
Show me how you bout it, show me that you bout it
I just met her with my best friend

She bought another bitch, who her best friend
And I f*cked him in the hotel
Put him on the pull up
Put them bitches on the plane

Send they ass to Belair
In the club, drinking with my niggas
I'll party, nigga, Deezy
Say yo ass to Jesus

Can you not believe it
I see you in the easy
You niggas out here looking greasy
Yeah

Jameson
Popper
Stopper
Dropper

Pull up on your blocker
Pop you with that glocker
Niggas stupid, boy
Who I look like Cupid, boy

Nine-piece with mild sauce
Drop you in the store, boy
You a piece of shit, nigga
Every time I see you, niggas

Tell me I'm sucking dick, nigga
All you niggas gay
Six-nine, pull the trigger, nigga
He ain't no shit, nigga

If you looking at me like
You used to be with it, nigga
Now I'm back on those charts, nigga
Give out a hundred charts, nigga

Put you on the back
Like the Simpsons
You ain't Bart, nigga
Smoking all that weed

Got the heels, though
Got a Lambo
Nine-nine, nigga
Living in the hills, though

Got your bitch sucking on my dick
Like dildos
Pop a pill, though
Pop a pill, though