NorthSide Stef - Drank

Say they can't rock with him, Ballin' out that gym
Bitch, I feel like I'm a pimp, yall niggas some simps
Boy, you better stop talkin shit, Pop you like a pimple
This life I live ain't simple, Kill every instrumental
On God, Twelve years old, ridin, round with a Glock
Thirteen, I was playin' around with the Rock
Fourteen, had fifteen hoes on my cock
Sixteen, I was hiding' them drugs from the cops
Like seventeen, hoes tryna slide to the spot
Turn eighteen, knew I'd be fly like a boss
Walk in the mall give a fuck what it cost
Runnin' up racks while young niggas walk
You ain't really on shit why y'all niggas talk
I'ma go do a lil' drill with my shawty
Tell her come slide to the crib, with my 40
I be geekin off them pills so often
Probably why I'm fucked up, can't get off em
I don't gotta tell my bro, move proper
Real dope boy remember servin' in a Honda
Young NorthSide get hot like a sauna
I need a singin lil hoe like Madonna or Beyonce
I don't give a fuck what a broad say
Hey, she told me just be honest
I been runnin' up racks til the morning
I don't give a fuck about a cop
I shoot these fuck niggas in broad day
I'm tryna get paid, too much diamonds
don't know what the wrist say
She tryna get slayed, she can suck it up
but I don't kiss, aye
I like the way you do it right there
I feel like Chingy
I wanna buy you a drank
I feel like T-Pain
(I feel like T-Pain)
I wanna buy you a drank
I wanna buy you a drank
I wanna buy you a drank
I wanna buy you a drank
I wanna buy you a drank
I wanna buy you a drank
I wanna buy you a drank
I wanna buy you a drank
I wanna buy you a drank
I wanna buy you a drank
I wanna buy you a (huh, aye)
I wanna buy you a drank oh

Written by:
Stefan Cherenfant, Tyler Holness

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