Drinks On Me

[Verse 1]
Who said we ain't on it? That's a bunch of liars
My guys build lines in the countryside
Starving, hear my belly rumble like a hungry lion
Still trapping in the rain, waiting for the sun to shine
Never undermine me, told these man a hundred times
Proud of what I've got in life, lucky that my mum's alive
I don't know if I'll make it Heaven, I'll let God decide
Every time I fell and I failed, I got up and tried
Niggas stunt then my hittas rob 'em and they wonder why
Slap man with my backhand, that's the knuckle side
Me I ain't the sorry type, gangsters don't apologise
Couple times man have lost my mind, I got up and climbed
Brudda you ain't qualified, you and I are not alike
On my life, every day I gamble, I ain't chucking dice
It's hustle time motherfucker, I just up the price
People tell me what I need to do but I don't want advice

[Hook]
Pull up to the party in a Range
I just hit a lick so it's drinks on me
Bill it with my niggas backstage
Anybody wants it, we've got tings on we
My hitta got his blicky on his waistline
My nigga Jesse got your Mrs on his FaceTime
My brudda Ricky got the nitties on his yay line
My other nigga needs to chill, tell him "Take time"

[Verse 2]
I just entertain, my balance doing gains
I stack it up investing then I stack it up again
Back up in the game, money that's the aim
And ever since the fame, shit ain't ever been the same
I just pull up in a Range, I always get the blame
The block's too flames, I've gotta get away
Jiggas didn't listen when I told 'em it's a shame
Don't judge a book by its cover or a man by his frame
Balling hear the swoosh, buds of the bush
R got the shush, Yada got the kush
Kwenger got a whoosh whoosh, K got a crush
Liquor in my slush, punch man up like doosh doosh
Royal flush, always in a rush
Chatty patties hush hush, turn your brains mush
I just need a push, I'm in here like a brush
When they see me on his blush, when they see you move stush

[Hook]
Pull up to the party in a Range
I just hit a lick so it's drinks on me
Bill it with my niggas backstage
Anybody wants it, we've got tings on we
My hitta got his blicky on his waistline
My nigga Jesse got your Mrs on his FaceTime
My brudda Ricky got the nitties on his yay line
My other nigga needs to chill, tell him "Take time"