Drink It Up lyrics

Verse One: (Roc Marciano)

Patek Phillipe rocker
Punch beef in the meat locker
Treat plots like copper
My eyes cut D proper
G-shocks for the teeny boppers
Squeeze Glocks at your V-collar
The "5" driver
The lines like peach cobbler
I sip the Martini with the olive
Trollops all be brolic
The face of the Presidential: Black Onyx
Back is the iconic
Fat wallet
f*ck hoes, that playing exotic
Buss' Chrome that spray up the cottage
Body rotted
Products rise like hydraulics
You probably washed like Palmolive
I palm Llamas
Hold bank with the robbers
You thrown in the tank with Piranhas. (n*gga!)
I'm built like an Adonis, (Tilt!)
I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins