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

Lyrics for 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