Kyle Richh Liquor Lyrics

[Intro]
Glah, glah

[Chorus]
She-she a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn
She a thot, I can't kiss her
My bitch a gun, I be fiendin' to click her (Like, damn)
Like she be geekin' and tweaked off the liquor, wait
Put the dick in that liver (Like, what?)
New opp, shit kick like a punt (Like, huh)
OD'd off a pen, now he dead in my blunt
Man down, put that boy in a trunk
If I spot him, I turn him to runtz
Oh my god, what happened to—
Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo (Like, what?)
Like she Caribbean, shake it like Jell-O (Glah, glah, glah)
He in drid with us, he cannot sit with us (Like, what?)
Opp pack got me feelin' ridiculous
Pour up the Tris', don't rеsist, tell her "Fill it up"
f*ck a bitch, I can't chill with Amelia (Glah, glah, glah)
[Verse]
Fish bowl, put a holе in the V
Please do not lack because shit can get serious (Glah-glah, boom)
He a runner, too fast like furious (Glah)
Glock with a beam, I'ma put him to sleep, damn (Glah, glah, glah)
On-on court like a Piston
Quick draw, I got PTSD (Glah)
She let me hit it in different positions
Like, feel like thirty, I oot' it from deep
Pop a thirty, I can't go to sleep
Bitch, I'm bussin', might take off his muffin
How is you tough? You was runnin' and duckin', this G23 get to markin' like Cousins (Glah)
And I'm in the locker room buzzin' (Like, damn) But these bitches be keyin' my vibe (Like, huh?)
She wanna link 'cause she see that I'm high
Like with the dotty, my vision is fly (Dotty)
Fake love, I don't know who to trust, what?
These niggas fake, get away from me
How you here for me? You wasn't there for me (You wasn't there)
Told my mama, "I need you to pray for me"
Tell my brother that music my therapy (Like, what?)
I'ma be top one charted
I'm a demon, I oot' through the darkness
f*ck everybody, this life made me heartless (Glah)

[Chorus]
She a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn
She a thot, I can't kiss her
My bitch a gun, I be fiendin' to click her (Like, damn)
Like she be geekin' and tweaked off the liquor (Glah, glah, glah)
Wait, put the dick in that liver
New opp, shit kick like a punt (Glah)
OD'd off a pill, now he dead in my blunt (Like, damn)
Man down, put that boy in a trunk (Glah, glah, glah)
If I spot him, I turn him to runtz
Oh my god, what happened to—
Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo
Like she Caribbean, shake it like Jell-O (Jell-O)
He in drid with us, he cannot sit with us
Opp pack got me feelin' ridiculous
Pour up the Tris', don't resist, tell her, "Fill it up" (Like, damn)
f*ck a bitch, I can't chill with Amelia (Glah, glah, glah)
[Outro]
Like, what? Like, damn, bitch
Like, huh?
KR