I might drink

I might drink, I don't smoke, I'm in a Daytona big boat
Fashion week with a numba coat
Pull up and I beat her throat
Off them xans she gon float
Pop these bands for the show
She shake ass she a hoe
She won drink she won blow

I was trappin and rappin
Lookin out for that bail huh
I was tellin hoes like could you get me out on mail huh
Family checkin up on me they hit me through my cell huh
I told my lil bro could you make it out alive
I was in them grounds went to make my ass a knife
Now I'm steady growin in my pockets is a nine
Steady prayin god but my angels in this pipe
I just hope to god that one day that I see 55

I call gang right to the trap like apa
Put that fye to his face squeeze yoppa yoppa
Cook a nigga like he some collard greens and some lobster
He tried to diss me on a beat you a bum you imposter

I might drink, I don't smoke, I'm in a Daytona big boat
Fashion week with a numba coat
Pull up and I beat her throat
Off them xans she gon float
Pop these bands for the show
She shake ass she a hoe
She won drink she won blow
I might drink, I don't smoke, I'm in a Daytona big boat
Fashion week with a numba coat
Pull up and I beat her throat
Off them xans she gon float
Pop these bands for the show
She shake ass she a hoe
She won drink she won blow



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Writer(s): David Egbedoyin
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