Had to slow down on that drink, I'm starting to reminisce
Niggas hoes, Ill show em how it go, I'll send another hit
Yeah, my bitch a pro , she ride it ,I buy her Prada fit
Hunnid bows, I was thinkin' bout lettin' them go, might drive the shit
We got sticks like violin, when a nigga run up, we fryin him
Swear that we been in the trap so long, me and bros done sold a lot of it
Speedin' a Hellcat trackhawk, going 200 the cops, ain't stoppin' shit
That bitch gen old I passed her to one of the bros, I throw a lot of assist
Crazy man, them niggas broke, look at my boogers,, them bitches froze
Wipe them down like a snotty nose, Nigga about that money like Shawty Lo
Ill be around all these bitches, I'm cocky as ever, I swear I ain't drivin' a boat
Nigga, I got my shit together, I'm livin' better, I don't really be doin' the most
Shit ain't bout to look no more, I had the luck, they burnt it up
We ain't Dick ridin' on no niggas, all the players f*ck with us
Got an insurance on the money, it come in the armored truck
The brokest niggas be the loudest, wonder why Ain saying shit
Oversize jeans cost a thousand, youn think that my pants fit
Bitch want me to take her out, sheon know I know my man's hit
Out the south, I ship him out, I put them bitches in transit
Fine lil shit, keep throwin' fits, she some like a bad kid
This lil' bitch shape like an hourglass ,still want her ass did,
And I still f*cked her to my music, make her sing my ad-lib
And I ain't worry about these hoes, kickback and' like my cash build
You ain't never touch a 50, you don't know how that cash feel
Tryna get rich, can't work no job, I'm trappin' bags out my kitchen
Slidin supercharged, can't stop, slap this bitch in track and get to trippin
Had to kick my cup, cause I got open cases, that's still pending
F*ck the jurisdiction, I'm still outside trappin' bags in different cities
I ain't had no sleep, I'm grindin' like I work the night shift
Outfit cost a nick, Rollie cost a dub, this just some light shit
Ion use it for the time, I'm takin' flights for peace of mind
I like how that Drake hit,this bit knock shit down like a NFL lineman
Thought about tradin' in my SRT, I don't even drive this bitch
I like cars and guns, f*ck around, got bored and modded all my sticks
Pour a deuce of Tris, been a minute since I sipped
I ain't got no time for fun, I'm only takin' business trips
Hunnid bows, I don't think about lettin' them go like
Hunnid bows, I don't think about lettin' them go like drive this shit
1of1Lee - Drank Talk (feat. NorthsideJah & Cray) Lyrics
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Had to slow down on that drink, I'm starting to reminisce
Niggas hoes, Ill show em how it go, I'll send another hit
Yeah, my bitch a pro , she ride it ,I buy her Prada fit
Hunnid bows, I was thinkin' bout lettin' them go, might drive the shit
We got sticks like violin, when a nigga run up, we fryin him
Swear that we been in the trap so long, me and bros done sold a lot of it
Speedin' a Hellcat trackhawk, going 200 the cops, ain't stoppin' shit
That bitch gen old I passed her to one of the bros, I throw a lot of assist
Crazy man, them niggas broke, look at my boogers,, them bitches froze
Wipe them down like a snotty nose, Nigga about that money like Shawty Lo
Ill be around all these bitches, I'm cocky as ever, I swear I ain't drivin' a boat
Nigga, I got my shit together, I'm livin' better, I don't really be doin' the most
Shit ain't bout to look no more, I had the luck, they burnt it up
We ain't Dick ridin' on no niggas, all the players f*ck with us
Got an insurance on the money, it come in the armored truck
The brokest niggas be the loudest, wonder why Ain saying shit
Oversize jeans cost a thousand, youn think that my pants fit
Bitch want me to take her out, sheon know I know my man's hit
Out the south, I ship him out, I put them bitches in transit
Fine lil shit, keep throwin' fits, she some like a bad kid
This lil' bitch shape like an hourglass ,still want her ass did,
And I still f*cked her to my music, make her sing my ad-lib
And I ain't worry about these hoes, kickback and' like my cash build
You ain't never touch a 50, you don't know how that cash feel
Tryna get rich, can't work no job, I'm trappin' bags out my kitchen
Slidin supercharged, can't stop, slap this bitch in track and get to trippin
Had to kick my cup, cause I got open cases, that's still pending
F*ck the jurisdiction, I'm still outside trappin' bags in different cities
I ain't had no sleep, I'm grindin' like I work the night shift
Outfit cost a nick, Rollie cost a dub, this just some light shit
Ion use it for the time, I'm takin' flights for peace of mind
I like how that Drake hit,this bit knock shit down like a NFL lineman
Thought about tradin' in my SRT, I don't even drive this bitch
I like cars and guns, f*ck around, got bored and modded all my sticks
Pour a deuce of Tris, been a minute since I sipped
I ain't got no time for fun, I'm only takin' business trips
Hunnid bows, I don't think about lettin' them go like
Hunnid bows, I don't think about lettin' them go like drive this shit
Niggas hoes, Ill show em how it go, I'll send another hit
Yeah, my bitch a pro , she ride it ,I buy her Prada fit
Hunnid bows, I was thinkin' bout lettin' them go, might drive the shit
We got sticks like violin, when a nigga run up, we fryin him
Swear that we been in the trap so long, me and bros done sold a lot of it
Speedin' a Hellcat trackhawk, going 200 the cops, ain't stoppin' shit
That bitch gen old I passed her to one of the bros, I throw a lot of assist
Crazy man, them niggas broke, look at my boogers,, them bitches froze
Wipe them down like a snotty nose, Nigga about that money like Shawty Lo
Ill be around all these bitches, I'm cocky as ever, I swear I ain't drivin' a boat
Nigga, I got my shit together, I'm livin' better, I don't really be doin' the most
Shit ain't bout to look no more, I had the luck, they burnt it up
We ain't Dick ridin' on no niggas, all the players f*ck with us
Got an insurance on the money, it come in the armored truck
The brokest niggas be the loudest, wonder why Ain saying shit
Oversize jeans cost a thousand, youn think that my pants fit
Bitch want me to take her out, sheon know I know my man's hit
Out the south, I ship him out, I put them bitches in transit
Fine lil shit, keep throwin' fits, she some like a bad kid
This lil' bitch shape like an hourglass ,still want her ass did,
And I still f*cked her to my music, make her sing my ad-lib
And I ain't worry about these hoes, kickback and' like my cash build
You ain't never touch a 50, you don't know how that cash feel
Tryna get rich, can't work no job, I'm trappin' bags out my kitchen
Slidin supercharged, can't stop, slap this bitch in track and get to trippin
Had to kick my cup, cause I got open cases, that's still pending
F*ck the jurisdiction, I'm still outside trappin' bags in different cities
I ain't had no sleep, I'm grindin' like I work the night shift
Outfit cost a nick, Rollie cost a dub, this just some light shit
Ion use it for the time, I'm takin' flights for peace of mind
I like how that Drake hit,this bit knock shit down like a NFL lineman
Thought about tradin' in my SRT, I don't even drive this bitch
I like cars and guns, f*ck around, got bored and modded all my sticks
Pour a deuce of Tris, been a minute since I sipped
I ain't got no time for fun, I'm only takin' business trips
Hunnid bows, I don't think about lettin' them go like
Hunnid bows, I don't think about lettin' them go like drive this shit
Writer: Khyli Denson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid