LA Drankers lyrics

[Intro: CEO Trayle]
Ayy, ayy, let's go
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[Verse 1: CEO Trayle]
Yeah, I just left the lean man house, finna spin back around and take him down
These n*ggas pus*y, they feel safe around
Let me know if that safe around
Ayy, if you gettin' some paper, I might stay around
Ayy, six rings just like Robert Horry, I'm an LA Laker now
They just don't know I'm finna turn this b*tch to Capertown
I throw all the parties, get the problems straightened out
Thirty clips be hangin' out
Ayy, ayy, boobies on them 7.62s, boy, don't make me take 'em out
di*ks on them glicks, n*gga, my chips quick
Before you suck this di*k, b*tch, wipe off that lipstick
Your ex was on that shrimp sh*t

[Verse 2: Warhol.SS]
I can't be your next, I see you tolerate that goofy sh*t
My lil' ho from the D say she want di*k and I say, "Yeah, I'm hip"
Scoreboard, it's a blowout
Walked inside this b*tch with two Glocks, brought four out
It's a bomb squad waitin', they done heard I brought C4 out
I can't stand no ho who ain't got crazy mouth
I rock thousand-dollar jeans just to ash on 'em
I drive the Scat' like a truck, we gon' smash on 'em
Cuban link cost a n*gga coupe, check the clasp on it
Red in my f*ckin' cup like I got a rash on it
He say he a trap star, he just cap hard
Thirty dollars spent on club pop, watch me make it dark
Glock 9, call it Iron Man, b*tch, I'm Tony Stark
I done hit this 'Scotti way too hard, now I'm feelin' parched
[Verse 3: 2SKi]
If crackin' cards was a sport, n*gga, I'm the MVP (No cap)
It's a thirty in this Glock, ain't no actin' tough with me
All that starin' in the club, that's how he end up on a tee (Bye-bye)
C4 said it's on the floor, gang made a hundred in his sleep
He quick to take a n*gga out, turn an opp to make-believe (He gone)
Spent a twenty on this kit, you n*ggas can't compete with me
n*gga drinkin' so much lean, think I'm havin' Wocky dreams (Damn)
Hit that lil' ho from the back, think she feel it in her spleen
n*ggas had all that lil' money, how the f*ck you drinkin' green?
Say she hate me off that drank, think a n*gga actin' mean (Sorry 'bout it)
BOA came with thirty, know a n*gga wiped it clean
I be hatin' all them twenties, I can't fit 'em in my jeans