2SKi, Warhol.SS, CEO Trayle - LA Drankers lyrics

Ayy, ayy, let's go 4

Yeah, I just left the lean man house
Finna spin back around and take him down
These niggas pussy, they feel safe around
Let me know if that safe around
Ayy, if you gettin' some paper
I might stay around
Ayy, six rings just like Robert Horry
I'm an LA Laker now
They just don't know I'm finna
Turn this bitch to Capertown
I throw all the parties
Get the problems straightened out
Thirty clips be hangin' out
Ayy, ayy, boobies on them 762s, boy
Don't make me take 'em out
Dicks on them glicks, nigga, my chips quick
Before you suck this dick, bitch
Wipe off that lipstick
Your ex was on that shrimp shit

I can't be your next
I see you tolerate that goofy shit
My lil' ho from the D say she
Want dick and I say, "yeah, i'm hip"
Scoreboard, it's a blowout
Walked inside this bitch with two Glocks
Brought four out it's a bomb squad waitin'
They done heard I brought C4 out
I can't stand no ho who ain't got crazy mouth
I rock thousand dollar jeans just
To ash on 'em
I drive the Scat' like a truck
We gon' smash on 'em
Cuban link cost a nigga coupe
Check the clasp on it
Red in my fuckin' cup like I got a rash on it
He say he a trap star, he just cap hard
Thirty dollars spent on club pop
Watch me make it dark
Glock 9, call it Iron Man, bitch
I'm Tony Stark
I done hit this 'Scotti way too hard
Now I'm feelin' parched

If crackin' cards was a sport, nigga
I'm the MVP (No cap)
It's a thirty in this Glock
Ain't no actin' tough with me
All that starin' in the club
That's how he end up on a tee (Bye bye)
C4 said it's on the floor
Gang made a hundred in his sleep
He quick to take a nigga out
Turn an opp to make-believe (He gone)
Spent a twenty on this kit
You niggas can't compete with me
Nigga drinkin' so much lean
Think I'm havin' Wocky dreams (Damn)
Hit that lil' ho from the back
Think she feel it in her spleen
Niggas had all that lil' money
How the fuck you drinkin' green?
Say she hate me off that drank
Think a nigga actin' mean (Sorry 'bout it)
BOA came with thirty
Know a nigga wiped it clean
I be hatin' all them twenties
I can't fit 'em in my jeans