Текст песни Drank & Fent - B Shiesty

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