slide to the function with a model and a bottle/
mask in the trunk, cuz you know we tote hollows/
the nigga mad, cuz he think i want his bitch/
the nigga mad, but he ain't saying shit/
hammers and ratchets, yeah we all got toolies/
got dumb clips, we ain't bout to make movies/
you know we riding dirty even though i got my l's/
the homie wanna drive, acting brazy on the wheels/
Drunk as fuck, and so disappointed in the bitch that I had my little brother drop me off at her apartment, then I drove home.
It's probably the dumbest thing I've done in years, but I'm sitting here at home loading a bowl, so how much do I really fucking care about my negligence?
Yeah, man. She pulled a turn-coat on me, though. I think that's what got me wanting to go to war. She was affectionate and loving on me when I was in bed with her AFTER she couldn't go through with receiving the D, I played it nice looking forward to advancing the relationship, then she speaks some foul shit on me as if everything that had recently happened wasn't true.
I'll be over it in the morning. This shit is still fresh in my mind and experience, so I'm upset as fuck it came to this.