Drunk Off Cîroc

Back on my shit, you should be nervous boy

Maybach ride, I'm ducked low behind them curtains boy

And I got my feet up, young nigga sittin' comfy though

Backwood, ten grams, we blowin' heavy smoke

Left Cash Money then I went back to the home team

Had to find me wave, I had to tap into the old me

Never read my comments on the 'Gram, yeah, y'all don't know me

Say you putting numbers up huh, you gotta show me

Snoop said: Get these niggas; so I'ma get 'em dog

One house, ten bitches, that how I'm living dog

Strip club, ten bands, then watch 'em take it off

If she don't fuck, I don't tip, that's I how I do it y'all

Let's get back to this real shit a nigga been through

All that shit they write about me, y'all think that it's true

See I'm too rich to be depressed and I don't fuck with the press

Yeah, smoke 'cause I'm stressed, OG nothing less

We at Teterboro when them planes touchdown

Balenciaga runners on my feet when I touch ground

Gotta watch your circle, it's a circus, niggas turn clowns

Go 'head with all that fake love shit, I know what's up now

Gotta watch these hoes nowadays, they all want to be famous

And if she make it past the lobby, she signin' a statement

Because these hoes nowadays attackin' niggas who famous

You see Russell and the Weinsteins, I ain't catchin' them cases, roll up

Yeah, boy I got options like a quarterback

I lost my little nigga to lean, he had a heart attack (damn)

And all these rappers gettin' taxed out here

Heard you got pressed in LA, you can't relax out there

Take 'em to Compton, Wack, I swear they wouldn't last out there

They in your pockets huh, you paying for that pass out there

That's extortion at its finest my nigga

We in these streets every night, it ain't hard to find us my nigga

Bentley, Lamb, Rover, that's all we ride my nigga

You and 30 niggas, 30 clips, so don't try my nigga

Drop my own shit, I couldn't wait on Jermaine

And I'm just speakin' facts boy, I'll never hate on Jermaine

And see I see shit different, now our view ain't the same

You still stuck on that old shit, boy the business done changed

I skipped a show just so I could see you Chris

Day ones, me and you been through a lot of shit

No matter what you gon' always be my little brother

And it kill me when we in public and we ain't speaking to each other

This shit crazy, oh my fault Brown, this shit brazy

We grown men, let's turn this shit around

Cîroc got me feeling all emotional

Speaking from my heart, that's what I'm supposed to do

Students of the game and boy I'm coachin' you

No subtweetin', you talk shit, boy I'm approachin' you

That's real

Fucked up right now

Gone off this Cîroc nigga

Niggas got me in my feelings

Fuck around, wake up and regret everything I say

But I thought that's what hip-hop was about though

So fuck it