Drank Demon

[Verse 1: Rocket Da Goon & Migo Domingo]
We on the road, my young nigga just got a rentle
If trappin was a sport, I would've had a metal
Nigga try me, he gon meet the devil
Jumpin out of Double R's, that came with umbrellas
Just let my dawgs out the cage, do it for the fellas
I put a bust down on my wrist, I got a bigger bezzle
I poured a 4 up in my cup, I'm on a different level
I'm asking god to keep me blessed, cause I can see the devil

[Verse 2: Migo Domingo]
Damb, I can feel the devil
I ain't gon talk about my shooters, cause I [?] several
I done made it out the mud, I deserve a metal
I get my cookie from connect, cause I like him better
Damb, I can get her wetter
She can show you to the plug, only if I let her
When I step [?] for the shot, it's an all [?]
You can't follo nobody trend, if you be the setter

[Verse 3: Rocket Da Goon]
And Imma get [?] and hit the road
I ain't [?] I'm still serving at my shows
Yeah they onto us, so we gotta talk the code
[?] on my shirt, [?] all on my toes
[?] so my lil slime wiped his nose
[?] we live by the code
I'm in a mansion in a roab, talking on the phone
Now I'm in the kitchen sippin lean, counting dough
Road running, Rocket been around the whole gloab
Have one of my bitches set you up, [?] so cold
I remember I used to sell work at the corner store
Now I'm bout to invest in that corner store

[Verse 4: Migo Domingo]
Yeah, I used to trap up out that corner store
Get my money, get my [?] up out the corner store
You get shot up at the corner store
And we quick to X him out, we tagging niggas' toes

[Verse 5: Rocket Da Goon ]
And I love jackin niggas, lay down on the floor
[?] if he playing with the dough
I got [?] just watch the door
And Imma double back on him when he get some more

[Verse 6: Migo Domingo ]
Just filled my cup with the purple and the red
Just popped another perky, got me fucked up in the head
Free my big bro, he still locked up in the feds
Everytime we talk, he tell me do what mama said

[Verse 7: Rocket Da Goon]
Do what mama said, and you know I had to listen
Growing up, a nigga's favorite spot was the kitchen
Street farmicist, I'll fill your proscription
Get money nigga, yeah I fit the description

[Verse 8: Migo Domingo]
Money on my mind, money on my mental
[?] me a pyrule, [?]
[?] no pencal
[?] wipe your nose [?]

[Verse 9: Rocket Da Goon]
I'm with Domingo, we gon chalk you out like stencals
Look into my eyes, you can see what I been through
Late night making plays, on the backstreets
Running to the money, just like an athleet
Fuck the police, don't try to [?] me
Sippin on drank, and I still can't see
Pop another perk, and I itch like a feend
But you don't really even understand me
You don't understand me
I got the Glock in my Mike [?] jeans
My young nigga got something, clear the whole scene
It's a dream