OkXan - Drank Lyrics

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Walk in the party, I've been feeling blessed
Just scored on a pint, bitch, I've been sippin' red
Bullets so heavy, they hitting your chest
30 roundclip in my motherf*ckin' vest
I've been having money, don't gotta invest
We been hitting licks, I been yelling out next
Lil boy, you a pussy, all you do is text
I been clutched my pole and you still smoking fent
You ain't getting money, you need a advance
Ask about me, bitch, I been got them bands
You not getting bitches, no need to impress
Do not tell me anything we are not friends, green beam on the pole while I ride in the Benz
You is not a leader, you still follow trends
Double cup in my hand, bitch, it's filled up with drank
Been wearing designer, y'all niggas don't think
Chrome heart on my neck, bitch, I've been smoking stank
You could get some money just walk in the bank
Loser ass nigga, you don't smoke on dank
(You don't smoke on dank)
Huh, I don't gotta think
Oh, I walk round my house with a 40, this bitch leave you stank
Next time that you talking, bitch, you better think
Huh, I've been blessed
You don't go anywhere without a vest
Really that nigga, bitch, I do my best
Talking bout money, boy, you got the least
Acting so hard, nigga, you're not a beast
Huh, huh, got homeboys locked up in them motherf*ckin' cells
Don't worry about them, you know they never tell
Yeah, yeah
2Deep four poles
Bitch I've been doing the most
You look real Lost huh
Sipping on drank, bitch, I feel like a doctor
Yeah
I pop me a xan, bitch, I feel like a monster
Spin through the crib
Just booked a 20, I got me a deal
Got chrome on my wrist, now I'm ready to kill
Don't know how to think, I don't know how to feel
Yeah
Spin through the block, bitch, I know that you're real
Yeah
I got that money, what you tryna do
I ran up a bag, now these bitches just want me
Got a couple poles, you know I'ma use them
Know a couple demons, they gon' crash out
My liver hurting, it's probably the lean
Y'all niggas some bitches, y'all wanna rat out
Yeah, y'all wanna rat out
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Walk in the party, I've been feeling blessed
Just scored on a pint, bitch, I've been sipping red
Bullets so heavy, they hitting your chest
30 round clip of my motherf*cking vest
I've been having money, don't gotta invest
We've been hitting licks, I've been yelling all next
Lil' boy, you a pussy, all you do is text
I've been clutched my pole and, you still smoking fent
You Ain't getting money, you need to advance
Ask about me, bitch, I've been got them bands
You're not getting bitches, no need to impress
Do not tell me anything, we are not friends
Green beam on the pole while, I ride in the Benz
You is not a leader, you still follow trends
Double cup in my had, bitch, its filled up with drank
Been wearing designer yall niggas don't think, chrome hearts
On my neck bitch I been smoking stank, you could get some
Money just walk in the bank