K Suave - DRANK 4 DA LOW lyrics
[K Suave - DRANK 4 DA LOW lyrics]
Phew, yeah, uh do this shit by myself
I ain't gettin' no love
I ain't got shit to do, I ain't gettin' up
I'm a rich-ass lazy nigga
I'm pourin' up that mud
Good drank that I got for the low
She be givin' me head for
The key to the house
Fuck around, we comin' around
I wake up, get paid, you wake up and frown
Gotta lose your attitude
That boy ain't gettin' money, he foolin' you
I don't wanna hit right now, I'm actin' prude
She mad at me, but she playin' it cool
Better blow my dick like a flute
We shootin' at all of the opps in the room
My diamonds be blinding you, sorry
Sip a whole lotta red like Carti
Gon' choose myself like I'm Maury
Put them racks on your
Head while I'm overseas
That Glock on my side when you ridin' with me
I gotta control my temper
Yeah, put me in the game, I'm winnin'
Them racks different colors like dinners
She wan' feel on my chain, it's dancing
In Givenchy, I'm posted in Paris
Ain't shit change 'bout me
I'm still the same
The trap like a bakery, plannin' that cake
It took my a while, but I gotta take patience
I try not to focus on you
Don't interrupt me while I'm
Countin' up blues
I can change your life for a night
You wanna know how? You end up on the news
This Perc' got me itchin'
Broke her heart and she all in her feelings
In a suit, I'm handlin' my business
If I give her a ten, she gon' kill it
Phew, yeah, uh
Do this shit by myself
I ain't gettin' no love
I ain't got shit to do, I ain't gettin' up
I'm a rich-ass lazy nigga
I'm pourin' up that mud
Good drank that I got for the low
She be givin' me head for
The key to the house
Fuck around, we comin' around
I wake up, get paid, you wake up and frown
Gotta lose your attitude
That boy ain't gettin' money, he foolin' you
I don't wanna hit right now, I'm actin' prude
She mad at me, but she playin' it cool
I ain't gettin' no love
I ain't got shit to do, I ain't gettin' up
I'm a rich-ass lazy nigga
I'm pourin' up that mud
Good drank that I got for the low
She be givin' me head for
The key to the house
Fuck around, we comin' around
I wake up, get paid, you wake up and frown
Gotta lose your attitude
That boy ain't gettin' money, he foolin' you
I don't wanna hit right now, I'm actin' prude
She mad at me, but she playin' it cool
Better blow my dick like a flute
We shootin' at all of the opps in the room
My diamonds be blinding you, sorry
Sip a whole lotta red like Carti
Gon' choose myself like I'm Maury
Put them racks on your
Head while I'm overseas
That Glock on my side when you ridin' with me
I gotta control my temper
Yeah, put me in the game, I'm winnin'
Them racks different colors like dinners
She wan' feel on my chain, it's dancing
In Givenchy, I'm posted in Paris
Ain't shit change 'bout me
I'm still the same
The trap like a bakery, plannin' that cake
It took my a while, but I gotta take patience
I try not to focus on you
Don't interrupt me while I'm
Countin' up blues
I can change your life for a night
You wanna know how? You end up on the news
This Perc' got me itchin'
Broke her heart and she all in her feelings
In a suit, I'm handlin' my business
If I give her a ten, she gon' kill it
Phew, yeah, uh
Do this shit by myself
I ain't gettin' no love
I ain't got shit to do, I ain't gettin' up
I'm a rich-ass lazy nigga
I'm pourin' up that mud
Good drank that I got for the low
She be givin' me head for
The key to the house
Fuck around, we comin' around
I wake up, get paid, you wake up and frown
Gotta lose your attitude
That boy ain't gettin' money, he foolin' you
I don't wanna hit right now, I'm actin' prude
She mad at me, but she playin' it cool