Drank Down!

Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Real DFN shit
Let's go

Put that boy on a plate, eat up
Money on me today, hold on
And I'm feeling good, I'm feeling great
Yeah she bad, I'm not tryna date (okay, okay)
And her friend said she on the way (away)
Little does she know (bow)
Bitch I'm sitting back I'm counting C-notes
Put a cape on turn to a hero (okay)
Yeah that bitch call me Nada De Niro (ooh)
Pop a X pill turn to Bruce Banner (ooh)
Pour the lean up in my Tropicana
And my niggas bang red just like Santa
I cannot put the drank up
I cannot put the drank down (down)
Four deep and we slide in a truck
Why that hoe keep talking 'bout us? (no)
No that hoe she ain't tammat nun
Yeah that nigga my child I ain't tammat son
Please don't hit my phone you ain't tammat that mon'
And I'm high as fuck bitch I'm on top of the sun
Dior on when I walk through the house
And I told you my mansion a trap house
White diamonds, they came out the frat house
(White diamonds, they came out the frat house), yeah

Told my nigga it's money on me so the whole team eat
But this shit ain't for free (shit ain't free)
I hit that bitch in the back of V with her face on beat
Pussy on fleek, (huh)
These niggas wanna be Nada, they wanna be
I'm a darkstar, ain't no astrology
I'm in a car, it's a GLE this not a Jeep
And she tryna get closer to me
Ain't no Disney but I XD, (huh)
Two hoes, one for me one for flexzee (flex)
Put that red on his head, Beverly
I'm with my dog, it's not a chi
I knock him off, talk is too cheap
Whole lotta knots, pockets too deep
(Pockets too deep, okay okay)
(She wanna be me, okay)

Put that boy on a plate, eat up
Money on me today, hold on
And I'm feeling good, I'm feeling great
Yeah she bad, I'm not tryna date (okay, okay)
And her friend said she on the way (away)
Little does she know (bow)
Bitch I'm sitting back I'm counting C-notes
Put a cape on turn to a hero (okay)
Yeah that bitch call me Nada De Niro (ooh)
Pop a X pill turn to Bruce Banner (ooh)
Pour the lean up in my Tropicana
And my niggas bang red just like Santa
I cannot put the drank up
I cannot put the drank down (down)
Four deep and we slide in a truck
Why that hoe keep talking 'bout us?
No that hoe she ain't tammat nun
Yeah that nigga my child I ain't tammat son
Please don't hit my phone you ain't tammat that mon'
And I'm high as fuck bitch I'm on top of the sun
Dior on when I walk through the house
And I told you my mansion a trap house
White diamonds, they came out the frat house
(White diamonds, they came out the frat house), yeah

Real DFN shit



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