16 YEAR OLD DRANK (feat. Lil Yachty, Dc2trill, Rio Da Yung OG)

Yeah, yeah

Pussy ass nigga play with this shit

Know what I'm sayin', nigga?

You know, overloadin' a motherfucker, you know?

Yeah

Twenty-one, I was broke, now I pull up ridin' Tonka

Christmas came late sometimes, nigga, we celebrate Kwanzaa (Dig it)

Met these guys six years ago, but I treat '

Em like they made for my mama (Swear)

Nigga, this drank sixteen years old

You can sip, but I tried to warn you

I play the tab with a no look pass

I want the smack 'cause they ready to crash

I'm in the game now, but I still had

To come in the gym with a mask (Yeah)

Concrete boy to death, concrete boy right on my casket (Yeah)

I'm the general, bitch, fish or pasta in your glasses (Fuck)

I'm back up in that mode, I'm finna start spazzin'

Me and my dawg go back and forth

But not in that like your pussy asses

Stand on shit like statues and I do it classic

Man, that bitch purr, but jacket got fur like it's Camp Lazlo

Should've never trusted you hoes, just let my partner pass this

I got extra rolls, I keep the bread active, bitch

And my twin walk shit down, he a semi-activist

Tell me what you got, they never call my phone

I don't go back and forth with niggas who rent they home

I don't go back and forth with niggas

Who write they wills for music videos

MVP of the year, I'm always good for gettin' goals

I'm way too turnt, flashin' guns in videos

The ho so brown, turn her face to Cinnabon

I'm rockin' that shit in the city

Let me ask, let me ask, you on the drop?

I'm on the Wock', yeah, beat it

Give me that mop, beat it, beat it

Eyes already geeked up, we use no drops

Braids on top of my head, I didn't do locks

Old school tint on shocks

The trunk beatin' when it knock

The ho, she good for slop

The stones, they big like WAP's

Ask them niggas, they box

It's boat, I get you sloshed

Steppin' so hard, I gout

You don't turn her up, she pout

You hate, you broke, you weak

You hate, you still on the couch

It's us for sure, no doubt (It's us)

D.C., my twin, no doubt (No doubt)

They out to get hit with the heat

And the sheets, they geeked, she freaky

From London, she eat, she cheeky

She African rocket, that's Shiki

I'm walkin' and baggin' a Vippy

On the hip, a grip, a blicky

On the truck, I'm takin' off ten piece

They thick, they wet, they ready

They ready, spaghetti, no Getty

It's up, I'm Moss, I catch it

I'm makin' that change, no budget

She throwin' it back, I love it

The way I pour this drank, I need to be studied

I pulled up with an eight and walked out with nothin'

I pulled up with a Drake, walked out with Budden

Damn, Joe, you hatin' on the youth? Why call him Budden? Damn

Like what's up, Joe? Like what's up, ho?

The way I spit the lingo, it's like I'm from the O

But this not O-Block, I got my own block

I just fucked your bitch in a pair of chrome socks

Pussy was so good, I ended up with my toes out

Started with a stainless steel, now I got a rose watch

You ain't seen this AP yet, this one got four clocks

Drank thicker than nose snot, pocket thicker than a phone book

He a bitch, was in the feds and he got his phone took

I got some weed so good, they wanna clone us

That Metro Bloomin' fire, I need a boa

Where the Act'? I need a four of

Ghetto boy take a half a million dollar carton of donuts

I don't smoke weed no more, but I smoke somethin'

I love what Peezy did, but I got my own money

Run up my own hundreds, run up my own M's

No Diddy, but I oil my Glock down so much it won't jam

Finna drop a new strain, call it Toe Jam

He did the skit, but he brought a bitch and got the whole jam