Drunk Bitches

Na na na naaa Na na na naaaaaa Real nigga, fuck with me, uh Na na na naaaaaa [Hook] All these drunk bitches, all these bitches Standing in line, snapping them pictures Don't complain 'bout nothing to do I'm coming for you I say All these drunk bitches, all these bitches Standing in line with nothing to do I'm coming for you [Verse One] Real nigga, fuck with me Aw hell, with this buck fifty Fist full, grip full How I'm 'posed to live comfortably good? Kick up my feet on IKEA Let's re-up on cheeba I snatched from this dealer Whom I met in high school but, since the teachers ain't reach us Through the cracks, blink deeper Another liter of whiskey is speeding up my liver A culmination of issues I get for fucking with her Here's a rose to all the baddest hoes And glitz and glamour that we exhibit, should we unfold I'm on the road to women with fake hooters Swimming through the waters, avoiding these barracudas Am I the victim or the shooter? This is Jesus versus Judas [Hook] All these drunk bitches, all these bitches Standing in line, snapping them pictures Don't complain 'bout nothing to do I'm coming for you I say All these drunk bitches, all these bitches Standing in line with nothing to do I'm coming for you [Verse Two] Bang bang, repeat, duck down, what now? Cop cars, outlaws outside of that rundown Just wanna get fucked up, no need to get dumped out Bad bitches so ambitious, hope ambulances don't come 'round What a great way to close out a good evening Look me in the eye, what do you believe in? Superstition, that supernatural flow Snort up her nose, with her eyes closed Now we counting hoes everywhere we go She got too drunk, I got to blown This is leather gripping, paper flipping with the roof missing Vroom vroom, 'scurt off in the new edition What a contradiction, hide her hate behind the lipstick Choose ya poison, while expecting me to fix it Now, bring the noise in, throw it back until ya hurl In the end, it's you and me against the world [Hook] All these drunk bitches, all these bitches Standing in line, snapping them pictures Don't complain 'bout nothing to do I'm coming for you I say All these drunk bitches, all these bitches Standing in line with nothing to do I'm coming for you