Drunk Thoughts

[Intro]
"Ahah, Robbioso whats happening with my younger brother. You know that shit be up, the team don't stop my nigga I heard you out there pushing blocks like your supposed to and I’m proud of you my nigga & I love you to death. Aye check this out, you know niggas ain't fucking with us and they can't fuck with us. [?] we got the trophy already in our hands, ya heard me. Continue elevating yourself like your supposed to my brother and i’m proud of you, ya heard me. [?] This shit gon' take us all the way to the top, we gon' feed our family with this shit. Robbioso get these bnds"

[Verse]
I bounced out and left the keys, slide the rental
Think I need to quit sippin' this shit fucking with my mental
With tinted drums on me like I work for KFC
Bitch I ain't got time, i'll shoot a nigga tryna play with me
Come to bitches, I got choices like the letters A & B
Except it ain't A & B, I call a hoe, they bringing 3
It's time to run it up I really want a mini me
Can’t wait to have a son then touch a mill then go to Italy
I blow a ticket in the Gucci store, and I don’t need a raffle
Paid 900 for my sneakers, you pay Gucci they'll tax you
Lately I been in my bag like a satchel, you broke bitch your pockets stuck on still like a statue
These hoes can’t help but see me shine like a bald head
Whip out and leave a nigga shaking like he got dreads
Don't ask the price if you ain't copping, who are you the feds?
You ain't shit but a thug, that’s what my teacher said
I was spoiled by my bitch, then she cut me off
I'm like a demon in the field, [?]
Straight green, go hit my cousin if you need that soft
I turned myself into a boss, I feel like Rick Ross
If the feds know your name you ain't a street nigga
I'm on the road counting chicken, I can't beef with you
You ain't gotta hit the lean then go to sleep nigga
Lil [?] just copped a draky with a heat sensor
Weed censor, all that nerd shit so who gave you a pass?
Chevron, get in the whip and all you smell is gas
Bitch I think I'm Ricky Bobby cuz I'm living fast
Wanna fight who? You btter shoot me, i'll beat yo' ass
Gotta hit Neiman's twice a week just to spend dough
Do I want this Moncler, or this Kenzo
Do I want that Bentley Truck or that Benzo
Have money waving for this rap, where the streets know
What the streets know, I been pulling up on niggas like i'm Depot
If you ain't talking money, what you calling me for?
Feel like i'm crazy, only friends I got dead people
Bleu cheese in my pocket like a salad bar
I'm the one your son look up to like a shooting star
I don't rock with aliens, never stepped foot on Mars
I'm bouncing out, fuck a drive by where niggas hop out cars
And run it down on a nigga like we in a pickle
Back to back, pulling skits, bouncing in and out rentals
I can't just be giving out dick, these hoes get sentimental
And I ain't even tryna fuck if it ain't beneficial

[Outro]
Bitch, if it ain't beneficial
I ain't even tryna fuck if it ain't beneficial
I can't just be giving out dick, these hoes get sentimental
[?]
I can't be giving out this dick, these goes get sentimental
And I ain't even tryna fuck if it ain't beneficial
If it ain't beneficial x3