drink mre water freestyle remix lyrics

[Verse]
I just might pull up on your pack and sell that (Critical alert from Microsoft)
Young n*ggas be talking sh*t, but love my dro, they smell that (Your computer has alerted us that it is infected with a virus and spyware)
Call me on my old phone, n*gga, I can't answer
Said you smoking on them cigarettes, I hope you dancing
Round in the town, with them new things
Young boys got blue things
f*ckin' with some new pills, heard they come from China man
Said you got some ecstasy, my n*ggas tryna get next to me
b*tches out here talking sh*t but I'm be in Texas, g
All on the weekends, sipping, swerving, leaning ([?])
All my sh*t the best sh*t, n*gga what you meaning
We don't need no features boy, I'm out here being teacher boy
Skyping on your teacher, FaceTime and Snapchat and that (You disgust me)
I be smoking dro, on the pole, what the f*ck you know
I be in the streets, here for shows, tryna get my dough
Cause I need more, I need more than these f*cking shows
Really tryna' pay, tryna' see, 30k a day
Back up on the block again, I got some blocks for my friends
They ain't doing sh*t but hanging out, in the woods trapping
Tryna' make this sh*t, who gives a damn about what I'm rapping
Long as that money coming back then they be gift wrapping
On Christmas trees, God dammit, what you need
I'm that n*gga round the town like Frosty
Keep that white on my nose, keep that nose on my white
I got a princess, that b*tch look like Snow White
Cause we ride around with George crew, all my boys like 5'2
All they come around and have that f*ckin' AK on them too
Young n*ggas getting mad cause they be out here losing dads
Getting locked in f*ckin' jail, and they gon' f*ckin' break their cell
I'm back up with it too, heard you tryna' get it too
I got like, 22, left going low for two
If you want them, come and get them cause we really need it
I'm just giving something that, I need boy (Crysis Club)
Young boat party, Makonnen like to party
All off out here in the pool, like Lombardi
I be out here in New York, n*ggas with your shawty
f*cking with them Yankees, motherf*ckers come and saw me
Uh, in that drop top, I don't even drop tops
My friends got BMWs that look like space drops
Oh, God damn, n*ggas like uncle sam be calling me on my phone (Jackpot)
I don't owe you sh*t, n*gga, I'm just gonna take that sh*t
Spend it all on bricks, make it back and probably take a b*tch out to Atlanta or I'll probably be Italy
Young n*ggas like that pasta, yeah they f*cking cook for me
[Outro]
I'm done, hahahah