G.T.
Sometimes
[Intro]
Ayy, grab the Glock, load up the chop (Smerf, this your beat?)
Ayy (Motion)
Grab the Glock, load up the chop
Grab the Glock, load up the chop (Smerf made this shit)
Grab the Glock, load up the chop
Brrt, ayy, yeah
Sometimes I wanna pour a cup, sip lean, wanna just fade away
Wanna roll a blunt, pour me somethin', then fade away
Ayy, yeah, keep all that
Ayy, come on, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I wanna pour a cup, drink my pain away
Sometimes I just wanna roll a blunt, smoke my pain away
Ayy, ayy, ayy, sometimes I wanna pop one, n***a, just fade away
I get on my knees and look to the sky, thank God that we made a way
I don't want no credit, I paved the way
Look at us all eating, amazing grace
Slidin' in a Bentley with the dealer plates
Hop out holdin' cake like I just robbed a bank
On the phone with the dealer, I'm pickin' out paint
The interior probably the Pinot, the grape
She looked at my sleeve and could tell I got taste
Took her straight to the suite and I painted her face
[Chorus]
Sometimes I just wanna pour me a cup, flush my pain away
Sometimes I just wanna roll me a blunt, sit down, smoke my pain away
Sometimes I just wanna pop me one, take off, fade away
I drop to my knees, thank God we made a way
Sometimes I just wanna pour me a cup, flush my pain away (Come on, come on)
Sometimes I just wanna roll me a blunt, sit down, smoke my pain away (Let's get it, let's get it)
Sometimes I just wanna pop me one, take off, fade away
I drop to my knees, thank God we made a way (Amen)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, ayy, I just be chasin' the money
They stress over hoes, it's some shit I'll never be
Thank God I'm the rapper, I beat a few felonies
How the fuck I done got rich off a melody?
She got a man but he ain't my mans
You goddamn right I'ma fuck if she let me
Eight different hoes, I feel like I'm Bill Bellamy
Gettin' some head at the top of the Beverly
I'm ballin' for real, but I ain't got on no letterman
I'm ballin' for real like I just won a settlement
I'm high off a pill, I chase it with medicine
No, I ain't no rookie, I work with the veterans
N***as got problems, we stoppin' the problems
Pull up with big K like we in front of Kettering
[Chorus]
Sometimes I just wanna pour me a cup, flush my pain away
Sometimes I just wanna roll me a blunt, sit down, smoke my pain away
Sometimes I just wanna pop me one, take off, fade away
I drop to my knees, thank God we made a way
Sometimes I just wanna pour me a cup, flush my pain away (Come on, come on)
Sometimes I just wanna roll me a blunt, sit down, smoke my pain away (Let's get it, let's get it)
Sometimes I just wanna pop me one, take off, fade away
I drop to my knees, thank God we made a way (Amen)