Awful Lotta Yeah Lyrics
[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse]
Heavy on the drank, light up on the pistol (Bow)
Heavy on the drank, boy, I don't need no ice
Took his ice like, "Shit, you could keep your life"
Where you from? What you wearing? I ain't see yo stripes
On the classic side of things, I'm in here pouring lean on Sprite
On the other side of things, might switch up to the cream soda
If I sip it, boy, it's red or purple, I don't drink Yoda
Tell 'em sick you, once he get to biting, throw my dawg a treat
Shit, turn yo pocket inside out, I heard that talk is cheap
Wrist full of V's, call a plumber, it's a faucet leak
I got the full payment on me, I won't even talk a lease
Went and got it limo tinted, I'm just living cautiously
Out here sipping re-rock? You living life nauseously (Uh)
Twelve flicked the foreign and asked if I was smoking pot
Bro'll turn your Scatty to a Striker if the door's unlocked (Skrrt)
I just met Jorge at the loading dock
Road running, flying home like I got a show to watch
All I know in pour is drop (Brrt)
High as hell, I poured a four of Wock' by four o'clock (Damn)
If you know the spot then pull up, it's an open shot
Brodie catching bodies back to back to back to back to back to back, he need a golden chop (Brrt)
Warriors on me, this ain't Golden State
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Cuddy route running, touching down like he Golden Tate
The worst thing to be is stuck froze in place (Yeah)
Pull up to the scene, up pole and spray (Brrt)
Told the gang if it's up, I'm one phone away (Brrt)
My cleats tied, I'm in the field to jump on a play (Come here)
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