paroles de chanson DRANKMAN - Tifff

Mixin the pai wit the sprite
I am too lit now they call me drank man

Countin these bands I stay juggin
Yo bitch she on me
Now she callin me band man

Rula mag I keep it tucked I'm in the trench wit my brudda and like 4 niggas
Get that bag run never stuck money residual
I keep me me like 4 hittas
Boy you is laggin you bluffed...
I got 2 Glock 9's
I'm shootin wit both triggers
Dat boy is popped wit a Glock
he shootin shit but he live out a trash can
She try to ask feat
Hoe what's yo price
Man that bitch actin cheap
He could not fathom the heat
He called the cop he was folding on me
I might just shoot this bitch up racks on me bitch I am harder than Ed hardy
Caught this hoe sippin my drank
Slapped the fuck out that btch
She left the damn party
I got me too many clips
Too many heaters
Now They call me da fan man
This nigga he chat get no paper
He gotta flock I buss thru wit like 10 fans
He try to drop we on go
It's nun to me bitch I'm shootin like I'm Kankan
Why his bitch all on me
Tryna get high so I Turnt to the xanman

Smokin za Ran thru a once
Im in some fast shit I can't even pronounce
mention me bitch you speak for the clout
We got your hoe he might dig in her mouth
12 on me switch up the route
I ain't gon lack wit no blicks in my van man
Shoot at yo mother
Yo house
Don't give a fuck
Cuz I got me a fan man
Trap out the M3 or 5 lookin for me said I'm still in the 9
These niggas they envy they cry I got a stick
On bro why would I lie