whiteboybartholomew - boys don't cry but men do Lyrics

Pour the cup, me and PG getting throwed
Told her keep the rada, rada, I want some throat
Woah, that's your daughter, I'm sorry sir, ain't even know
Me and my partner done copped some grub at Uncle Joe's
She my rider, rider, me and her like goals
Take a sip of Act and now I act out of control
Shoutout bro, we be getting throwed
Put her on twin Instagram and now she wan' f*ck toadski
Dinner's almost over, why the f*ck did no one toast me
Shit, it's prolly cause I looked like Cleveland Junior
Got my nose inside a book, I see the pape before the rumors (pape, 'fore, the rumors)
Rumors, I see the pape before the rumors
You can tell he a fan, he rocking my swag like me
Think I'm getting married today, I look under the veil, and I pray it's the bag that I see
Damn you fine, I decree
Pull up to the crib, watch a movie with me
Pay too much for some leather seats
Two band belt cause I got two G's
Buddy, there is no honor in thieves
Better not talk on muddy, he's spinning for weeks
Knees is weak, buddy got caught with that fah-fah and he had to please police
Tap in with me for some Zaza, but do not bother
Less than a P, is you slizz?
Don't make me call your father, get back on the bus Cause I do not deal to no kids
Right wrist on bust, but I do not gamble
Red Ruby, Alabama
Pull up on shawty and I look jollier than Santa
Racks like Shnaider Diana
Me and my gang is tight like the jeans in Atlanta
Whack-A-Mole, pop out and blam you
Say that she can't stand me
Sit down and gobble this candy
Sunny outside but I get to a nut like I'm Sandy
Isn't an issue but can be
If you let him crack then he ghosting like Danny
Won't even bless for the plan b (plan b)
I wish everything was fine and dandy
How come none of my bros, none of my bros wanna see me win
Don't wan' see me wit her
Is it a"hey, how are you" or"I hate you, I hope you're bitter"
Trolling, hope you're better
Hope you're sleeping good
Hope I make a couple racks to give back to my hood