Drenched (feat. JayGelato & Baree Swervo)

[Hook: Kyle Richh]

Fours on top like it's forty-one shots

AR got shot in his shit

Thought he the top of the list

Pulled out remainder for flockin' his shit

Free all' the fours, we was givin' 'em belt

John, Cena, top of the shelf

DGK where the boy at he baited

And its 41 shots for a Ray-Mac raisin

[Verse 1: ???]

What, what the fuck?

Like, tell 'em what happened to Queez

Maddie ya mans got shot, **** must've forgot

That somebody tagged Obean

We doin' bad free Jack, TG

Told KB to finish him off he lean

Gotta throw on my mask in that V and hop out and blast

I bet he ain't runnin' from me, like

Like yeah we do more than a lot

And yes we spin multiple blocks

**** off thinking shit sweet

And keep it a hush, But seen it

I call, and he die

Like Jeff Ray head poppin' a blunt

Oh my god I'm fried

Like every time it's that time I'ma slide

Mask up it ain't nothin' I hop in that ride, ****

AR, AR, fuck little bitches

Like, top look like got stitches

Put a drop on his head, that's for Christmas

[Verse 2: Tata]

Like, they know we dropping the piss four

I'll catch a GD, ****, he get picked off

Next, don't let me run into sickie

I'll call on my shooter DG gettin busy

VBandz showing his man on cam

Man, humble was sucking ice, he's a fan

Two-six need to go slide for they man

So they link with the baby **** 'cause they scared

[Verse 3: Kyle Richh]

Orblee, rain on us, rain, Ray Mack, got hit it, we got it on cam

Robby on call like he giving the ran

Badger been giving y'all trouble for years

[Hook: Kyle Richh]

AR got shot in his shit

Thought he the top of the list

Pulled out remainder for flockin' his shit

Free all' the fours, we was givin' 'em belt

John, Cena, top of the shelf

DGK where the boy at he baited

And its 41 shots for a Ray-Mac raisin

[Verse 4: ???]

If a **** jack two six

I’m send two six shots to his head

AR got shot **** should been dead

How are you jacking the baby almost got like the bed

Get back brody you almost got put on some pegs

Rah, AR,shot in the leg

Giggs and Jeff shoulda got put to bed

Whole Drench Gang shot you don’t want to be next

Like, Glock, Nas, 40 berettas

Twenty shots through a dumb ****'s sweater

Are you dumb? Me and mines, gon' bend any weather

Who can tough on the dead

I ain't dead i'm the stressor

Said he big dog, how? **** light like a feather

Send my dogs on the mission,

Tell my **** go get up

Cause our demons get turned to a victim

Tell my otter keep otting

Can't fuck up his rhythm

It’s do that gang

'Cause we do that for real

Like my **** move like assassin

Try to come spin through the five

I'm a flicking the faction

If you think I don't live but I'm rappin'

Dumb ass run up on me and I clapped him

I got the DB nina who lackin'

I'm outside boy fuck all the chattin'

Pop out show me who really get active

Grahhh