Drank & Fent

That drank, that Fentanyl I got some bitches that suck with big lips dog Get through fucking your hoe, then we post at yo momma house Shit was good, finger lickin' like KFC chicken I can post in the class, smell like gas out the engine They ain't lit, no, we can't show the opps no attention We gon' spin that lil' block, until that whole car empty After fetchin' they souls, gotta go dump the guns Way we dumping the clip, make the whole block run We can f*ck up the block just by lacing their blunts We was racin' the feds with the dope in the trunk If they catch us, you know we can't go out like hoes He pull up to the window, we dumpin' the pole This some shit that'll make brown drip out your nose One day, I'ma charge 100K for a feature We gon' slice up the block and it sound like The Reaper Bullets burn through his hand when he catchin' the heater My lil' homie, he finna get trained with the Glock Say "Li Jay, when you catch him, start dumpin' him shots" My lil youngan a dummy he'll jump in your house for some money If she in there, he probably would leave with your thot If you let off some shots, you gon' lay with your Glock Let's get back to my bro, he gon' creep on your flow It's 100% that he get out the door If you don't let him in, he gon' kick down that bitch If we see my lil' nigga, then he got a stick Walking Dead with guitar, we gon' kill him again If it come down to that, then I won't have no friends If I don't trust my bitch, I don't trust none of them This some shit that you do when you up in the streets Feelin' like when I die, I'ma lay with my heat Right foot first, my guys don't creep Charleston White might snitch on me Had to tint up the car, cause the gas not cheap I was so emo, and they laughed at me Damn, that Drank, that Fentanyl You know I'm a killer, you know I'm a creature I'ma hop out that bitch, leave you on the wall This shit, that pain relief Not no medical leaf If they vomit, you got them all I swear, I'm addicted to weed, got that smell on me Smell like piss when I'm in a hall When we get to the mall, we be fuckin' it up Big guns, hangin' out this Bentley truck Watch what you say, just might run out of luck Voice sound weird, cause I'm drinkin' that stuff That red couldn't ever be good for your stomach Even off act I'm still packing a tommy Like, I'm from Atlanta, you niggas be dummies If you reach for that bitch, then you might be a dumb ass Make him shoot that bitch up like you paid for a gun class I won't change the flow, cause I'm almost done Got through fuckin' that hoe, I was makin' her run I just know you a hoe, you ain't really that good This shit not Cognac I was peeling her mind back You get high off of contact Spray a nigga with Windex Then we pass him a Kleenex You gon' die to that hi-tec But, that walk is not trishy In the trap, gotta clean up some dishes Tell that bitch we don't do no kissin' Before I die, I'ma f*ck me a midget She gon' call me a king on the first of the month Dunk on that bitch like Kevin Durant High in this bitch, we was smoking on runts Wrap your blunt with a paper and smoke it for months Tryna tell you, I really could put you on game Alot of these niggas be seeking for fame You get deep in this shit, they gon' give you a chain You just sold out your soul, just to get you a name I'm tired, I'm spinnin', I'm rippin' I'm cookin' this shit like I'm owing the kitchen If I tell you to do it, better run to them dishes F*ck em Real mud, baby, shit Real demon, baby