Drank & Fent Lyrics

That drank, that Fentanyl

I got some bitches that suck with big lips dog

Get through fucking your hoe, then we post at yo momma house

Shit was good, finger lickin' like KFC chicken

I can post in the class, smell like gas out the engine

They ain't lit, no, we can't show the opps no attention

We gon' spin that lil' block, until that whole car empty

After fetchin' they souls, gotta go dump the guns

Way we dumping the clip, make the whole block run

We can fuck up the block just by lacing their blunts

We was racin' the feds with the dope in the trunk

If they catch us, you know we can't go out like hoes

He pull up to the window, we dumpin' the pole

This some shit that'll make brown drip out your nose

One day, I'ma charge 100K for a feature

We gon' slice up the block and it sound like The Reaper

Bullets burn through his hand when he catchin' the heater

My lil' homie, he finna get trained with the Glock

Say "Li Jay, when you catch him, start dumpin' him shots"

My lil youngan a dummy he'll jump in your house for some money

If she in there, he probably would leave with your thot

If you let off some shots, you gon' lay with your Glock

Let's get back to my bro, he gon' creep on your flow

It's 100% that he get out the door

If you don't let him in, he gon' kick down that bitch

If we see my lil' nigga, then he got a stick

Walking Dead with guitar, we gon' kill him again

If it come down to that, then I won't have no friends

If I don't trust my bitch, I don't trust none of them

This some shit that you do when you up in the streets

Feelin' like when I die, I'ma lay with my heat

Right foot first, my guys don't creep

Charleston White might snitch on me

Had to tint up the car, cause the gas not cheap

I was so emo, and they laughed at me

Damn, that Drank, that Fentanyl

You know I'm a killer, you know I'm a creature

I'ma hop out that bitch, leave you on the wall

This shit, that pain relief

Not no medical leaf

If they vomit, you got them all

I swear, I'm addicted to weed, got that smell on me

Smell like piss when I'm in a hall

When we get to the mall, we be fuckin' it up

Big guns, hangin' out this Bentley truck

Watch what you say, just might run out of luck

Voice sound weird, cause I'm drinkin' that stuff

That red couldn't ever be good for your stomach

Even off act I'm still packing a tommy

Like, I'm from Atlanta, you niggas be dummies

If you reach for that bitch, then you might be a dumb ass

Make him shoot that bitch up like you paid for a gun class

I won't change the flow, cause I'm almost done

Got through fuckin' that hoe, I was makin' her run

I just know you a hoe, you ain't really that good

This shit not Cognac

I was peeling her mind back

You get high off of contact

Spray a nigga with Windex

Then we pass him a Kleenex

You gon' die to that hi-tec

But, that walk is not trishy

In the trap, gotta clean up some dishes

Tell that bitch we don't do no kissin'

Before I die, I'ma fuck me a midget

She gon' call me a king on the first of the month

Dunk on that bitch like Kevin Durant

High in this bitch, we was smoking on runts

Wrap your blunt with a paper and smoke it for months

Tryna tell you, I really could put you on game

Alot of these niggas be seeking for fame

You get deep in this shit, they gon' give you a chain

You just sold out your soul, just to get you a name

I'm tired, I'm spinnin', I'm rippin'

I'm cookin' this shit like I'm owing the kitchen

If I tell you to do it, better run to them dishes

Fuck em

Real mud, baby, shit

Real demon, baby