Lyrics
Pulling up, pouring up
Pulling up, preparing for a situation
4 oz in a solo cup
Having 4 ounces in a solo cup, possibly referring to a drink
Working like a fiend so I can't pour enough
Working intensely to the point of needing more substance
Storing all my feelings I can't even start exploring em
Keeping emotions suppressed, hesitant to explore them
Leave me to my pills
Seeking solace in pills
I'm popping four of em
Taking four pills
Call the coroner
Calling for a coroner, suggesting a dangerous situation
Dropping bodies watch 'em fall in the corridor
Causing casualties, witnessing them fall in a corridor
Reaper the sorcerer
Describing oneself as a reaper or sorcerer
Triple six visions like I'm finna torture ya
Having dark visions, hinting at potential harm
Pulling up, pouring up
Repetition of the previous themes, emphasizing the intensity of the depicted lifestyle
4 oz in a solo cup
-Working like a fiend so I can't pour enough
-Storing all my feelings I can't even start exploring em
-Leave me to my pills
-I'm popping four of em
-Call the coroner
-Dropping bodies watch 'em fall in the corridor
-Reaper the sorcerer
-Triple six visions like I'm finna torture ya
-I'm in the back of the Cadillac wiling the loud got me slumped I'm like "whoa"
-Moving so silently
-Trynna be violent
-I call up my shooters on low
-Load the corolla my homies roll up and they ready to let it all blow
-I said it again and again if you pull up you end up like six feet below
-Lay low
-Put a gram in my nose
-Smoke blunts till I can't feel my toes
-Tell your punk friend he don't want smoke
-Lord knows this shit ain't no joke
-Tip-toe when I take souls
-Bae knows that I cant be swayed by the bankroll
-Self-mutilate like I'm Van Gogh
-Bound in the back trynna ask where van go
-Pulling up, pouring up
-4 oz in a solo cup
-Working like a fiend so I can't pour enough
-Storing all my feelings I can't even start exploring em
-Leave me to my pills
-I'm popping four of em
-Call the coroner
-Dropping bodies watch 'em fall in the corridor
-Reaper the sorcerer
-Triple six visions like I'm finna torture ya
-Pulling up, pouring up
-4 oz in a solo cup
-Working like a fiend so I can't pour enough
-Storing all my feelings I can't even start exploring em
-Leave me to my pills
-I'm popping four of 'em
-Call the coroner
-Dropping bodies watch 'em fall in the corridor
-Reaper the sorcerer
-Triple six visions like I'm finna torture ya
-Pulling up, pouring up
-4 oz in a solo cup
-Working like a fiend so I can't pour enough
-Storing all my feelings I can't even start exploring em
-Leave me to my pills
-I'm popping four of 'em
-Call the coroner
-Dropping bodies watch 'em fall in the corridor
-Reaper the sorcerer
-Triple six visions like I'm finna torture ya
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