Drunk Guitar (feat. Potter Payper)

(Legendary Beatz)

Eyes all red, I'm still alright

Kush from kway, take me sky high

You ain't been high before

You ain't been high before

Dem boy there inform

Getting these racks in bulk

Don't you disturb

Getting these racks in bulk

See, I get it my way

So nobody cannot come in my lane

So many guys wanna take my place

Pay no mind, I could never be fazed

Now you could never catch me smoking Lemon Haze

Turn up all night cah we grinding all day

Messing with the money, yeah, someone's gotta pay

You can never be gang, lil ****, you's a lame

I don't know him, he ain't part of the gang

Messing with the money, then you're messing with the plan

Oh no, you know that's a no-no

Somethin' gotta go

I don't know her, but she's fucking with the gang

Uh, she love the money, loving up the man

All my wrists are gold, all my neck on froze

On a weekday we still get turnt

Just went Tape with nine of my G's

Now we in the members with nine lighties

So many guys nah want me succeed, nah

Spent your budget on LV

Dark shades, you can't read my next move, nah

I can read your eyes, you are an intruder

Wait for me, I shot the informer

Free smoke, man a casual smoker

Wild west ting, got it in my holster

Amiris, I drop it with my body warmer

Boogey man, bro be no body snatcher

Not Maggie Simpson or Maggie Thatcher

Colt 45, have you veggie pasta

Pull in a casper, smelling ganja

Big drip on me like Toby pasta

Free money still the mantra, still a gangster

She got skin like amber, caramel gold

When she back it up on me, it never gets old

You ain't gotta choose when you chose

Still smooth with the bros

I got food for your nose

I ain't losing it, no

'Cause I lost it already and I'm immune to the roads

I don't know him, he ain't part of the gang

Messing with the money, then you're messing with the plan

Oh no, you know that's a no-no

Somethin' gotta go

I don't know her, but she's fucking with the gang

Uh, she love the money, loving up the man

All my wrists are gold, all my neck on froze

On a weekday we still get turnt

Just went Tape with nine of my G's

Now we in the members with nine lighties

So many guys nah want me succeed, nah

Spent your budget on LV

Dark shades, you can't read my next move, nah

I can read your eyes, you are an intruder

No ID, the squad still party

And, no, you can't see me, I'm in VIP

Not your average boy band, nah ah, trust me

I have the contraband hidden in my jeans

Ratchet parked

Pack split with my brudda, cash in half

Plastic **** I don't fuck with, nah

Wrapped in cling the way the tunes come hard

On God

They talk my name online, they don't like me

Blessings on blessings is all I see

So I give thanks to the Almighty

On God

Hold on

See, last time I was at the club

Ten Dom Pérignon to the table

Girl, you don't bring nothing else all time

So you better be grateful

I don't know him, he ain't part of the gang

Messing with the money, then you're messing with the plan

Oh no, you know that's a no-no

Somethin' gotta go

I don't know her, but she's fucking with the gang

Uh, she love the money, loving up the man

All my wrists are gold, all my neck on froze

On a weekday we still get turnt

Just went Tape with nine of my G's

Now we in the members with nine lighties

So many guys nah want me succeed, nah

Spent your budget on LV

Dark shades, you can't read my next move, nah

I can read your eyes, you are an intruder