DrenchMode (feat. S.I.O Quan)
Uh Yea
DRENCH!
Fuck wrong wit these niggas (WOOOO!)
AP wit a hundred round titty
Call it rototoms
Gucci bag full wit the finest Za's
And Cuz he got the Don
Nike mask when I hit yo trench
Wont have not time to run
No 50-50 man I don't like your chances
Even if you had a gun
My niggas special in 223's
We dont partake in 1 on 1s
More like 2v2'sand 3v3's in C.O.D
Come get you some
And my 9 gon catch diabetes
Cuz I keep on feeding it honey buns
Codename Harden call up Drench
If I got problems seven 6ixes come
You betta zigzag when I be shooting
Nigga dont run straight
Walk down run up on em
Shoot the boy all in his face
Hit yo block playing freeze tag
Y'all niggas thought that it was patty cake
Turn they block to a time trail
And flush they car
They aint even get to race
Time to slide mask up
We aint tryna catch no case
I'm the driver drench da shooter
I wouldn't have it no other way
I got switch Drench got drac
Turn yo block to doomsday
Thought we went away but we came back
Like Mike did in the flu game
And he cant get these on consignment cuz
I dont know what the fuck he think
Press downs and fetty pills
They turn my junkies pink
So many hits done on Shadyside
Boy I could buy a mink
You know who did that to yo homie
Boy all you got was some ink
My niggas jumping out of stolen cars
Clicking shit like a link
And its all fat shit up inside this car
The whip look like a brinks
Guess that boy aint use his right mind
Go shoot at what he think
Guns flash eyes blink
Turnt that boy to Onion Rings
Paint her face and body slam her
All my bitches call me sting
Google searched his house
Thought then sent cuh nem a bing
Choppa make em shake Olajuwon
He stuck inside a dream
Like two left feet when I be toting guns
Trip over anything
And like I cant see when I be sliding
Nigga I use a triple beam
Keep a big bezel on my rollie
Nigga I like the finer things
And I keep dollar signs inside my eyes
Just like the slot machine and
No I am not wife the bitch
I'm doing rapper things
And I'm a nightmare to the opps
Nigga make em see stranger things
He thought this was a 9 but this a 10 mil
Like everything aint what it seem
Four 24 ounces of Faygo
We aint sippin shit unless its clean
DRENCH!
Fuck wrong wit these niggas (WOOOO!)
AP wit a hundred round titty
Call it rototoms
Gucci bag full wit the finest Za's
And Cuz he got the Don
Nike mask when I hit yo trench
Wont have not time to run
No 50-50 man I don't like your chances
Even if you had a gun
My niggas special in 223's
We dont partake in 1 on 1s
More like 2v2'sand 3v3's in C.O.D
Come get you some
And my 9 gon catch diabetes
Cuz I keep on feeding it honey buns
Codename Harden call up Drench
If I got problems seven 6ixes come
You betta zigzag when I be shooting
Nigga dont run straight
Walk down run up on em
Shoot the boy all in his face
Hit yo block playing freeze tag
Y'all niggas thought that it was patty cake
Turn they block to a time trail
And flush they car
They aint even get to race
Time to slide mask up
We aint tryna catch no case
I'm the driver drench da shooter
I wouldn't have it no other way
I got switch Drench got drac
Turn yo block to doomsday
Thought we went away but we came back
Like Mike did in the flu game
And he cant get these on consignment cuz
I dont know what the fuck he think
Press downs and fetty pills
They turn my junkies pink
So many hits done on Shadyside
Boy I could buy a mink
You know who did that to yo homie
Boy all you got was some ink
My niggas jumping out of stolen cars
Clicking shit like a link
And its all fat shit up inside this car
The whip look like a brinks
Guess that boy aint use his right mind
Go shoot at what he think
Guns flash eyes blink
Turnt that boy to Onion Rings
Paint her face and body slam her
All my bitches call me sting
Google searched his house
Thought then sent cuh nem a bing
Choppa make em shake Olajuwon
He stuck inside a dream
Like two left feet when I be toting guns
Trip over anything
And like I cant see when I be sliding
Nigga I use a triple beam
Keep a big bezel on my rollie
Nigga I like the finer things
And I keep dollar signs inside my eyes
Just like the slot machine and
No I am not wife the bitch
I'm doing rapper things
And I'm a nightmare to the opps
Nigga make em see stranger things
He thought this was a 9 but this a 10 mil
Like everything aint what it seem
Four 24 ounces of Faygo
We aint sippin shit unless its clean
Credits
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Other Album Tracks
- Song For the Shin3Rs (feat. S.I.O Quan)
- DrenchMode (feat. S.I.O Quan)
- Young & Reccless (feat. S.I.O Quan)
- 316 (feat. S.I.O Quan)
- A Moment With Drench (feat. S.I.O Quan)
- Bacc 2 Bacc (feat. S.I.O Quan)
- Burmese (feat. S.I.O Quan)
- Coffin Drenchmix
- 007 (feat. S.I.O Quan)
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