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16 YEAR OLD DRANK (feat. Lil Yachty, Dc2trill, Rio Da Yung OG)
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Yeah, yeah
Pussy ass nigga play with this shit
Know what I'm sayin', nigga?
You know, overloadin' a motherfucker, you know?
Yeah
Twenty-one, I was broke, now I pull up ridin' Tonka
Christmas came late sometimes, nigga, we celebrate Kwanzaa (Dig it)
Met these guys six years ago, but I treat '
Em like they made for my mama (Swear)
Nigga, this drank sixteen years old
You can sip, but I tried to warn you
I play the tab with a no look pass
I want the smack 'cause they ready to crash
I'm in the game now, but I still had
To come in the gym with a mask (Yeah)
Concrete boy to death, concrete boy right on my casket (Yeah)
I'm the general, bitch, fish or pasta in your glasses (Fuck)
I'm back up in that mode, I'm finna start spazzin'
Me and my dawg go back and forth
But not in that like your pussy asses
Stand on shit like statues and I do it classic
Man, that bitch purr, but jacket got fur like it's Camp Lazlo
Should've never trusted you hoes, just let my partner pass this
I got extra rolls, I keep the bread active, bitch
And my twin walk shit down, he a semi-activist
Tell me what you got, they never call my phone
I don't go back and forth with niggas who rent they home
I don't go back and forth with niggas
Who write they wills for music videos
MVP of the year, I'm always good for gettin' goals
I'm way too turnt, flashin' guns in videos
The ho so brown, turn her face to Cinnabon
I'm rockin' that shit in the city
Let me ask, let me ask, you on the drop?
I'm on the Wock', yeah, beat it
Give me that mop, beat it, beat it
Eyes already geeked up, we use no drops
Braids on top of my head, I didn't do locks
Old school tint on shocks
The trunk beatin' when it knock
The ho, she good for slop
The stones, they big like WAP's
Ask them niggas, they box
It's boat, I get you sloshed
Steppin' so hard, I gout
You don't turn her up, she pout
You hate, you broke, you weak
You hate, you still on the couch
It's us for sure, no doubt (It's us)
D.C., my twin, no doubt (No doubt)
They out to get hit with the heat
And the sheets, they geeked, she freaky
From London, she eat, she cheeky
She African rocket, that's Shiki
I'm walkin' and baggin' a Vippy
On the hip, a grip, a blicky
On the truck, I'm takin' off ten piece
They thick, they wet, they ready
They ready, spaghetti, no Getty
It's up, I'm Moss, I catch it
I'm makin' that change, no budget
She throwin' it back, I love it
The way I pour this drank, I need to be studied
I pulled up with an eight and walked out with nothin'
I pulled up with a Drake, walked out with Budden
Damn, Joe, you hatin' on the youth? Why call him Budden? Damn
Like what's up, Joe? Like what's up, ho?
The way I spit the lingo, it's like I'm from the O
But this not O-Block, I got my own block
I just fucked your bitch in a pair of chrome socks
Pussy was so good, I ended up with my toes out
Started with a stainless steel, now I got a rose watch
You ain't seen this AP yet, this one got four clocks
Drank thicker than nose snot, pocket thicker than a phone book
He a bitch, was in the feds and he got his phone took
I got some weed so good, they wanna clone us
That Metro Bloomin' fire, I need a boa
Where the Act'? I need a four of
Ghetto boy take a half a million dollar carton of donuts
I don't smoke weed no more, but I smoke somethin'
I love what Peezy did, but I got my own money
Run up my own hundreds, run up my own M's
No Diddy, but I oil my Glock down so much it won't jam
Finna drop a new strain, call it Toe Jam
He did the skit, but he brought a bitch and got the whole jam
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