Intoxicated

(CashMoneyAP)

Intoxicated drivin', I know I'm gon' crash
Hundred racks inside the Goyard bag, yeah
Paper comin' in while I relax
You niggas just scared, ain't nothin' dead 'bout the trap

They want me dead, that's why I tote a .50, yeah
Spin that paper, make that money dizzy
Flooded my hood with drakes, we never seen Drizzy
No mouse allowed in the trap, we killin' Mickeys, yeah

We don't fuck with 12 we killin' Colt McCoys, yeah
Two chains on like I'm Tity Boi
Thinkin' 'bout my rap tour like I'm Vince Carter
Soon we thought we made it out, shit got a lil' harder

Came up off a nick, I'm tryin' fuck Minaj
She just watched me make a ten, still make her starve
I'm still tryin' raw her out, I don't care if we vibe or not
Treat his corner like a puck, hit his block and we slidin' out

Percecots got me geeked like a smart dude
Don't hustle 'cause it's Tuesday, I know how narcs move
Nigga, it's yellow in my cup, I drop a Bart deuce
Fuck that nat, we made a movie, no help, we made a part two

Vision gettin' blurry, I'm just tryna' make it home
i8 doors up, remember days that I was hungry
Engine came with horses, I'm not wearin' Ralph Lauren
Fell asleep behind the wheel, I'm Fresh Prince in the morning

Intoxicated drivin', I know I'm gon' crash
Hundred racks inside the Goyard bag, yeah
Paper comin' in while I relax
You niggas just scared, ain't nothin' dead 'bout the trap

They want me dead, that's why I tote a .50, yeah
Spin that paper, make that money dizzy
Flooded my hood with drakes, we never seen Drizzy
No mouse allowed in the trap, we killin' Mickeys



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Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Kobe Crawford
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