Awful Lotta Yeah

(Energy made this one) Heavy on the drank, light up on the pistol (baow) Heavy on the drank, boy, I don't need no ice Took his ice like, "Shit, you could keep your life" "Where you from? What you wearin'? I ain't see your stripes" On the classic side of things, I'm in here pourin' lean on Sprite On the other side of things, might switch up to the cream soda If I sip it, boy, it's red or purple, I don't drink Yoda Tell 'em sick you, once he get to bitin', throw my dog a treat Shit, turn your pocket inside out, I heard the talk is cheap Wrist full of Vs, call the plumber, it's a faucet leak I got the full payment on me, I won't even talk a lease Went and got a limo tinted, I'm just livin' cautiously Out here sippin' r-erock, you livin' life nauseously Twelve flicked the foreign, asked if I was smokin' pot Bro'll turn your scandy to a striker if the door's unlocked (skrrt) I just met Jorge at the loadin' dock Road runnin', flyin' home like I got a show to watch All I know is pour and drop High as hell, I poured a four of Wock' by four o' clock (damn) If you know the spot, then pull up, it's an open shot Brodie catchin' bodies back to back to back to back to back to back He need a golden chop (brrt) Warriors around me, this ain't Golden State Cuddy route runnin', touchin' down like he Golden Tate The worst thing to be is stuck froze in place Pull up to the scene, up pole and spray Told the gang if it's up, I'm one phone away My cleats tight, I'm in the field to jump on a play (come here) It's only 10 A.M., this blunt four today Bitch, I'm on my grind like I'm Tech Deckin' I'll send them soldiers out like a text message I remember Western Union with the test questions I remember I ain't stacked a thing, that was the best lesson I remember back when it was Acty, I ain't sip Quali' You better purchase helmets, we don't shoot to hit bodies Sickest presidential ticket, he done copped a Mitt Romney Designer wrapped around my head, clutchin' on the Drac', bitch call me big ocky In here wrestlin' with these RTAs, bitch, it might get sloppy (shit) On stage, I refuse to let you Chris Rock me (shit) All these damn cuss words, they can't Kidz Bop me All I gotta say is one word and it'll get choppy Vs on my neck, they dancin' like a TikToker Wake up, throw it on, I'm what you consider a drip dropper I was horsin' back in school, you got bullied and switched lockers Lame This the winner's circle This ain't grape Kool-Aid, I'm in here sippin' purple Every obstacle, shit, is gettin' hurdled We'll wet 'em with them shells, treat this bitch like Squirtle I thought that you was out here scorin', show it Expensive pants on my legs, Warren Lotus On the road off a P, hop in that Ford and focus In the lab with Lando in here pourin' potions (brrt) Dub on me like I'm Desto Off a lot of cough syrup, look like Pepto You was sippin' Par, was one up like a birdie Brodie off Tris' time, one blunt, and a thirty