Drank Wars

Ayy Me and Lou in here shiftin' gears Personal driver, I ain't had to catch a Lyft in years Call the .223s Mike Tyson, they done bit his ear 11:11, cuddy wish that a hundred bricks appear Gunsmoke and zotti, how the f*ck my vision crystal clear? I want Quagen, I want Wocky, you still sippin' beer Everybody actin' weird, I keep a couple pistols near Wake and bake, it's only right I twist some grits and jam You would post your life on Instagram thinkin' we give a damn I don't do the overnight drops, nah, this some instant bands This an instant scam, why is you on finsta, man? Crack the seal and turn my water into Kool-Aid It must be April Fools' Day, 'cause who lame? Next year my ice age like every month a new chain You ain't even ran a check up, so how your shoes stink? I cannot complain about a thing, I seen a new day You would probably think we playin' games, I pulled up two K's F&N a Five-seveN, Kapitals a two-eight Dubs in the bank, but you know I got a blue safe Loosie or Havana, I don't f*ck with joints You doin' bullshit, really, what's the point? Caught him gettin' off of Southfield and now he stuck on Joy Drank put me straight on my ass, the double cup off 'roids Drank is how I got rich, I ain't touch no boy Count up my first and got paranoid Say he caught him one, I don't know, call him Soulja Boy My bitch say when it come to drank, I go overboard Rick Owens cargos cost me 'bout eleven hundred Niggas playin' with the juice, seal cracked, I don't want it Stuntin' with that lil'-ass Cuban, put a piece on it (lame) Your girl f*ck with me, want her ass, put a leash on it Sorry, I was trappin', you only known for rappin' If the conversation 'bout money, I'm interested Doin' a dollar in the Benz, blowin' every light on Gratiot Only if you know I spend brick fare on this fashion I got a G for every bump on your face (bitch) Big gut, can't let a cup go to waste (sip it) Instagram make you think you up when you ain't (nah) Plottin' on Lou, better play it safe (Lou Gram) Yeah, dude ain't uppin' dog shit 'cause he owe some (nigga owe one) Hate when niggas play they role and they told somethin' New Rollie, big stone cost a whole hundred (yeah) Hit the plug up and by the mornin', got a load comin' (got a load comin') Real shifter, run it up, we got hella flavors (flavors) So much motherfuckin' money, I can sell the paper (bitch) Audemars eighty racks, got the bezel tapered Real street nigga, had an M before I met a label (for real, though) Ten and oh with these cards, check the scoreboard (on God) Icy water on my arm, I can snowboard (uh-huh, yeah) Blue Forgis on the Don, paid the low for 'em Every car I post, them bitches mine, ain't no note on 'em (bitch)