Lot (Drank)

I was up on burnas, they was rollin out the lot
Give a fuck about no feelins, this the pressure out the pot
Off the shits, feelin so blurry, mind yo business if you not
Tell a hater don't you worry, not gon kill shit, sight on lock

You jus wanna ride around
Big ride, no hound
Pull on a bitch, slide no foul
Im on a kick, glide-low style
Yeah I see em all the time
More to meanin, more to find
I've been dreamin deep inside
Film a scene to feel alive

Aw yeah, been rollin
Bitch think she chosen
Got a real angel, been golden
Was off good kelly, no rowland
Got this lean belly Im holdin
Hoe I been ready, I'm so in
From a real angle, no foldin

I was up on burnas, they was rollin out the lot
Give a fuck about no feelins, this the pressure out the pot
Off the shits, feelin so blurry, mind yo business if you not
Tell a hater don't you worry, not gon kill shit, sight on lock

Send that shit, record it
Convo not reported
Montecarlo, they gon sport it
Phone was booked, the telly sorted
Take bets on Real
They don't be wingin it like Bale
They tried to a press a hit by mail
Ran with the counterfeits in Hell
Bitch, you a part of it? Oh well
I was in that Caddy sippin codeine like melt
Fuck it, I got a baddie I been had shit is dealt
Parkin up at Bally's, bring the bands in the well
Smokin on that gas, you get high, feelin swell

I was up on burnas, they was rollin out the lot
Give a fuck about no feelins, this the pressure out the pot
Off the shits, feelin so blurry, mind yo business if you not
Tell a hater don't you worry, not gon kill shit, sight on lock