Sober

Lyrics

[Chorus] Walk down, we don't do no drive-by's Hop out with that .30 stick, put that bitchbetweenhis eyes When yougo up on this mission, youbetter not damn change your mind Yungin got that bracelet on his leg, but steady saying he gon' die Judgement day come up, now your stupid pussy ass gon' cry 30 rocks up in his pockets, the police catching me lying Cocking back, I'm blowing out far Choppas clapping it ain't no choir I'm sober than a bitch, but this glizzy is with me now [Verse] I'ma punisher I'ma do that lil' boy dirty Say momma I could fly, so please don't be worried He tryna earn that green flag, the bitch gotta commit a murder My cousin slung lines, while I'm getting full of that purple Make them come spin up on your block, that's if you speak up on my circle This ain't no action, I gеt active, my young niggas, they'll hurt you Might as well commit suicidе 'cause you stay here hiding behind the curtain Niggas know where you at when you ride, we be the ones not showing no mercy Told that pussy boy, "Stop all that lyin' in yo' verses" Them same songs gon' be the songs the playing when y'all in hearses Shit, I'ma teach you, raise your hand when you wanna talk, don't ever reverse it Niggas be hiding on their three eyes to catch them boys I ain't even swerving [Verse 2] Drill something, you ain't never killed nothing Bitch, I'm 'bout that action like that chop gon' peel something Stay talkin' on that phone, I catch you, I'ma drill yo' ass No, you don't want no smoke with Yungin, he gon' kill yo' ass I catch a opp down bad, pull out my Draco fast 160 on the dash, this scat pack moving fast Lay in your dirt, if you ever heard of me, I ain't the last Pray you get murked and I got this fucking choppa in my hand [Chorus] Walk down, we don't do no drive-by's Hop out with that .30 stick, put that bitch between his eyes When you go up on this mission, you better not damn change your mind Yungin got that bracelet on his leg, but steady saying he gon' die Judgement day come up, now your stupid pussy ass gon' cry 30 rocks up in his pockets, the police catching me lying Cocking back, I'm blowing out far Choppas clapping it ain't no choir I'm sober than a bitch, but this glizzy is with me now