Drank

Could bust it down but I bought this shit plain
Wrist up like Rylo but we not the same
Turn to an opp then get turned to a stain
Turn to an opp then get turned to a stain
We made a mill off the trap, but I just spent half on the drank
God know I've seen more than enough, how I get used to the pain
Uh uh, uh uh, I sent my head in the bank
Uh uh, uh uh, fuck up my profit on drank
We made a mill off the trap, but I just spent half on the drank
God know I've seen more than enough, how I get used to the pain

These niggas bugging, please don't get stepped on
Stay with the gas, hitting like Exxon
I know a shooter who feel like he's Teflon
So he's gonna run in your trap with no vest on
So he's gonna run in your trap with no vest
Dropped out of school my life been a test
All of them rainy days now I feel blessed
All of them rainy days stuck in the trap now I wake up feel blessed every morning
I can see why niggas mad because I'm counting this cash and his bitch steady on it
Rick Owen tee, Dior sleeves, nigga I'm stepping for real
Throw dirt on my side, are we going to slide? That ain't a question for real

Could bust it down but I bought this shit plain
Wrist up like Rylo but we not the same
Turn to an opp then get turned to a stain
Turn to an opp then get turned to a stain
We made a mill off the trap, but I just spent half on the drank
God know I've seen more than enough, how I get used to the pain
Uh uh, uh uh, I sent my head in the bank
Uh uh, uh uh, fuck up my profit on drank
We made a mill off the trap, but I just spent half on the drank
God know I've seen more than enough, how I get used to the pain



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Writer(s): Nigel Epps
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