Drank Wars lyrics

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Ayy, me and Lou in here shiftin' gears
Personal driver, I ain't had to catch a Lyft in years
Call the .223s Mike Tyson, they done bit his ear
11:11, cuddy wish that a hundred bricks appear
Gunsmoke and zotti, how the f*ck my vision crystal clear?
I want Quagen, I want Wocky, you still sippin' beer
Everybody actin' weird, I keep a couple pistols near
Wake and bake, it's only right I twist some grits and jam
You would post your life on Instagram thinkin' we give a damn
I don't do the overnight drops, nah, this some instant bands
This an instant scam, why is you on finsta, man?
Crack the seal and turn my water into Kool-Aid
It must be April Fools' Day, 'cause who lame?
Next year my ice age like еvery month a new chain
You ain't evеn ran a check up, so how your shoes stink?
I cannot complain about a thing, I seen a new day
You would probably think we playin' games, I pulled up two K's
F&N a Five-seveN, Kapitals a two-eight
Dubs in the bank, but you know I got a blue safe
Loosie or Havana, I don't f*ck with joints
You doin' bullsh*t, really, what's the point?
Caught him gettin' off of Southfield and now he stuck on Joy
Drank put me straight on my ass, the double cup off 'roids

[Verse 2: Lou Gram]
Drank is how I got rich, I ain't touch no boy
Count up my first [?][1:02] and got paranoid
Say he caught him one, I don't know, call him Soulja Boy
My b*tch say when it come to drank, I go overboard
Rick Owens cargos cost me 'bout eleven hundred
n*ggas playin' with the juice, seal cracked, I don't want it
Stuntin' with that lil'-ass Cuban, put a piece on it (Lame)
Your girl f*ck with me, want her ass, put a leash on it
Sorry, I was trappin', you only known for rappin'
If the conversation 'bout money, I'm interested
Doin' a dollar in the Benz, blowin' every light on Gratiot
[?] do I spend brick fare on this fashion
I got a G for every bump on your face (b*tch)
Big gut, can't let a cup go to waste (Sip it)
Instagram make you think you up when you ain't (Nah)
Plottin' on Lou, better play it safe (Lou Gram)
[Verse 3: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, dude ain't uppin' dog sh*t 'cause he owe some (n*gga owe one)
Hate when n*ggas play they role and they told somethin'
New Rollie, big stone cost a whole hundred (Yeah)
Hit the plug up and by the mornin', got a load comin' (Got a load comin')
Real shifter, run it up, we got hella flavors (Flavors)
So much motherf*ckin' money, I can sell the paper (b*tch)
Audemars eighty racks, got the bezel tapered
Real street n*gga, had an M before I met a label (For real, though)
Ten and oh with these cards, check the scoreboard (On God)
Icy water on my arm, I can snowboard (Uh-huh, yeah)
Blue Forgis on the Don, paid the low for 'em
Every car I post, them b*tches mine, ain't no note on 'em (b*tch)