Tray Gwaupooo - Drank

Get inside the studio, I'm recording ', I can't drop No Mid
Wock inside the car, don't you just spill it, bro, just Close the lid
New York n***a on the Detroit beat, I'm stylin', I Just feel like Flint
Don't ask Whats in my cup ,ima rockstar, I'm Getting bent I be goin' off in this rap shit, I gotta Pay

The rent If I'm making' money, you not making' Money
That shit don't make no sense Call his bluff, he Ain't post no drink, that
Shit just make you cringe Presidential watch, Gotta match with dead
Presidents Bro, Got 10, he gone for a while, they Had

Evidence We don't fuck with rats, ain't get no pass
Not your residence Demon time, we evil, we stalk You out like
Eagles Street shit, I'ma talk about it, I feel like
Beanie Sigel We handing' out that good smoke, It's good

Gas, not diesel 18 Plus, you need a I.D., fast Money legal
Fuck my side bitch, and her bestie too, I know That's her peoples
Fuck that mean bitch, I'm a dog, bro, we not equal
Yeah, Faygo with the purple drunk, yeah, yeah, That Faygo with the purple drunk

That Faygo with the purple drunk

Written by:
Traven Bryant

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