Get Drunk 3/Mark Phillips Lyrics

Fuck it get drunk three

Who tf said it's beef

If you crazy then tweak

If you hate me then swing

Money blue like some jeans

And the top white tee

Know this hoe like me

Cause she tryna bite me

MIA nigga you can't even find me

Kill yo self if you ever think of trying me

Build yo wealth then you went and bought some diamond teeth

I'm goin get six story house on a beach

I think bro billy mays left a stain look like bleach

Lemme see if this bitch really a freak

Come and eat

What you mean Beaz aint really beast

He a pit

He dog

I get geeked

I'm so high

It aint no way I could fall

You was sitting on the bench and tryna teach me how to ball

This PSA if I start tweaking its yo fault

You niggas yes man like a muthafucking cult

Make a bitch touch her knees off the clothes that I bought

Its not the way that I walk

It's he way that I talk

It be spice

If you nice I could change yo whole life

If she thick just like ice

I'm a plumber get the pipe but that it

You cannot be my wife

He get popped he king of that shit like he mike

Say my pop dark green look like acid and sprite

We is not in a tent got a bag for tonight

Get a bag for the rest of my life Imma try

You goin see me im fly

I'm the shit and you not

If you hope that i fail then I hope that you die

I know the real prevail

The fake goin goin flop

You June Cortez

You aint the guy

This hammer on yo head

You aint a god

He love the fraud

Pole kickback make you shake like Raud

You should be on a farm

You a hoe on god

I'm so alive

Some niggas had to get pushed but I dived

The old me wasn't on shit so he died

Money aint shit I take a count then divide

So it One two three four of us and we all got dimes

Fighting witches in the swamp so we all got slime

I taught my niggas how to fish now we all got cod

We on like a 30 kill streak bitch we all got bombs

Y'all some pussy ass nigga y'all all like tom

All my niggas waiting on you we all got time

Gang pulled up with some grease and we all got fried

By the time you pick a side he up the stick and fire

Pull up all black forget me not

Its been two days do you forgive me now

She took everything off like she clearly hot

Shit I stopped all the rain I see clearly now

Nigga thought he was him boy you clearly not

I'm on real unc shit drinking beer and work

I swear I used to have to scream so they could hear me out

You gotta play it back like 3 times just to hear me now

I don't know the name of what we smoke but its clearly loud

Put some blue on his head now he Stan marsh

I know a couple niggas that be eating off the instacart

I went back 3 times so you could hear my part

Think bro a clown he getting cutting up he sick like art

Think you had a long day a work bomb under the car

Every beat you know I'm steady floating my gravity on mars

I see how the money give you power i wanna feel like stark

I'll screw you over with a Phillips if you thinking I'm mark

All I really do is talk shit I ain't thinking but charts

Fuck a office

Keep on walking