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Drank Video (MV)




Performed By: WillScore
Language: English
Length: 1:42
Written by: Rasheed Raoof




WillScore - Drank Lyrics
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Yeah
Sippin codeine it go straight to my kidneys
Sippin codeine it to straight to my kidneys
Post in the trap with the packs & the blicky
My uncle be serving that Bobby & Whitney
Can't trust a soul cause niggas be iffy
Won't catch me slippin I got that bitch with me
He got shot in the back now they calling him Ricky
Xans with the percs that shit got me itchy
She giving me head I don't want no hickeys
Give me the top while I count up this money
Work coming in & it's wrapped like a mummy
Pour wock in a fanta now it's turning bubbly
Look at that fanta that fanta too muddy
Can't trust a soul so I'm all alone
Packs in the air them shits getting flown
Late night ride around with the chrome
Your bitch on my dick she singing my songs
Smoking on loud you smoking on mute
If you ain't f*cking you getting the boot
She say that she love she call me her boo
I'm in love wit the money to tell you the truth
Sippin codeine it to straight to my kidneys
Post in the trap with the packs & the blicky
My uncle be serving that Bobby & Whitney
Can't trust a soul cause niggas be iffy
Won't catch me slippin I got that bitch with me
He got shot in the back now they calling him Ricky
Xans with the percs that shit got me itchy
She giving me head I don't want no hickeys
Nooooo
That's it
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Yeah
Sippin codeine it go straight to my kidneys
Sippin codeine it to straight to my kidneys
Post in the trap with the packs & the blicky
My uncle be serving that Bobby & Whitney
Can't trust a soul cause niggas be iffy
Won't catch me slippin I got that bitch with me
He got shot in the back now they calling him Ricky
Xans with the percs that shit got me itchy
She giving me head I don't want no hickeys
Give me the top while I count up this money
Work coming in & it's wrapped like a mummy
Pour wock in a fanta now it's turning bubbly
Look at that fanta that fanta too muddy
Can't trust a soul so I'm all alone
Packs in the air them shits getting flown
Late night ride around with the chrome
Your bitch on my dick she singing my songs
Smoking on loud you smoking on mute
If you ain't f*cking you getting the boot
She say that she love she call me her boo
I'm in love wit the money to tell you the truth
Sippin codeine it to straight to my kidneys
Post in the trap with the packs & the blicky
My uncle be serving that Bobby & Whitney
Can't trust a soul cause niggas be iffy
Won't catch me slippin I got that bitch with me
He got shot in the back now they calling him Ricky
Xans with the percs that shit got me itchy
She giving me head I don't want no hickeys
Nooooo
That's it
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Writer: Rasheed Raoof
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