Letras
We pour drinks 'til there's no drinks, then get more drinks
My Bimmer probably call me stupid, I just don't think
We sip juice 'til there's no juice
Then get more juice, then get more juice
What you wanna know?
I can't do interviews, just listen to my song
I got two parents that I love, the youngest son
I got two siblings that I let know I'm the one
I got influencers outside, the hums just yawn
Mama gave me 21 something
Turned that bitch to 4-5 hundred
My mama know I gotta protect myself
Keep .45s on us
Even if we try fry, keep that big dog on us
Spank suit place, that's like 65 hundred
When skinny touch down, we gon' leave the club flooded
Like this grey clouds above us
Make sure smile when you suffer
Only thing wild here stuggling is this big .9 I'm clutching
Bitch, tell me I'm stuttering
Told that bitch show be a lil' something
I'm on six drinks, I'm bussing
Things lean whole lotta substance
Lil' bitch, the fuck is my cup at?
We pour drinks 'til there's no drinks, then get more drinks
My Bimmer probably call me stupid, I just don't think
We sip juice 'til there's no juice
Then get more juice, then get more juice
We pour drinks 'til there's no drinks, then get more drinks
My Bimmer probably call me stupid, I just don't think
We sip juice 'til there's no juice
Then get more juice, then get more juice
We pour drinks 'til there's no drinks, then get more drinks
My Bimmer probably call me stupid, I just don't think
We sip juice 'til there's no juice
Then get more juice, then get more juice