Drown (Remix)
(专辑: Mike Check Vol. II - 2016)
[Young Thug:] (Drink!) Take a
lil' sip of that Ac' (blow it) Flood all my bitches in that I'm in the
projects without Pat My jewelry leave them blind like bats Diamonds for her in the
back Hit that lil' bitch from the
back, she stacked Baby like "how I
do that?" Pop a
lil' Xan' and relax All of my racks, you get wet If he got racks, he get taxed 5-4-3-2-1 Attack! Biitch, all of my whoadies hit that Pussy nigga, they some rats He swung on my pocket, they fat-no catch But all my bitches, they brats Take a
lil' Perc, and relax (Turn up, turn up) These niggas up to something She need to fuck or something [Mike G:] Yeah Michael Anthony, I
ball like the
Knicks I'm coming just wait on it I
give a
tip Gold in my mouth, so it's gold on her lips After, she tell me give me a
kiss Keep on thinkin that there's shit you can tell us I'm not buying the
shit you try to sell us Got no time for whoever jealous Put blunts in rotation like flight propellers I
been gliding and skating on All of this ice til winter's gone So you gon' see me year long Forever too cold to sleep on It's in my nature, keep hustling I
don't need niggas for nothing Gon and stack all that paper you touching I'ma keep rolling and keep it puffing see Fucking with my crew, they must wanting to Hear about it on the
news or something uh Whip up these tracks in the
lab I'm stunting Go supersayan, these bitches keep saying My dick game should be in top ten discussion Hop out the
whip but I
keep it jumping Bang on the
beat man I
keep it drumming I
take aim like I'm going hunting uh Different from whatever you thought you knew Got the
Porsche from Compton, paint it in blue Take a
old school, drive like it's new Asshole by nature, Like Trae The
Truth My nigga Left gon' light up the
spliff Top notch shit, good as it gets I
cook shit, hurting my wrist Eyes on the
throne, I
need somewhere to sit I
had a
foreign bitch, like only like to fuck in my foreign whip, international shit Got a
couple stacks I
should flip Got a
couple stacks I
won't miss I
pass bitches stare at my whip I
need to get paid like the
1st and the
5th My profession got me somewhere in Texas with someone else ex And I
don't mean to curse I
need charms and not hexes You looking at me then you looking what's next And you know I'm an expert Don't get lost, keep it in step Step to my death, get stripes like a
ref Flag on the
play, which do you choose Got everything to gain, and shit to lose And a
long dick I'm dying to use [Young Thug:] (Drink!) Take a
lil' sip of that Ac' (blow it) Flood all my bitches in that I'm in the
projects without Pat My jewelry leave them blind like bats Diamonds for her in the
back Hit that lil' bitch from the
back, she stacked Baby like "how I
do that?" Pop a
lil' Xan' and relax All of my racks, you get wet If he got racks, he get taxed 5-4-3-2-1 Attack! Biitch, all of my whoadies hit that Pussy nigga, they some rats He swung on my pocket, they fat-no catch But all my bitches, they brats Take a
lil' Perc, and relax (Turn up, turn up) These niggas up to something She need to fuck or something