Myles Preme - DRANK TALK Lyrics

(Yea)
(Yea)
(Uh)
Im just talking real shit
You know I be out here cooking up shit, making beats too
(Yea)
(Young Premium)
Dirty soda, big pints not no Tris
Wocky on me, sipping Hi-Tec like Hi-C
Bad bitches she tryna fuck on nightly
Im just fucking on her she is not my wifey
Tell yo boyfriend that he is not in my league
Say he got some money, he aint never touch no cheese
All the money that I touch gotta have them sleeves
Told that bitch she aint getting shit if she dont get all on her knees
12 bitch from different states tryna cuff like police
Counting blues, selling orange pills I feel like Spike Lee
Im just hoping all my niggas do the right thing
White bitch got jungle fever say she like me
Niggas hating on me and I been wondering why
Aint Illuminati but throwing diamonds in the sky
Dripped all in that ice
Dont give a fuck about a price, Ima cop it if I like
I just hit yo bitch and then I act like I dont know her
Poured a 4 in a Sprite look like Whoopi Goldberg
Smoking on that Runtz pack, send me to the solar
A beast and Im iced out, Im feeling oh so polar
Why you chase that bitch, when you aint even got no bands?
Why you drop that wack ass song, you dont even got no fans?
Why you tryna dap me up if you is not my mans?
Been getting money, still getting it that's the plan
Purple camo Bape came straight from Japan
God damn, Preme Select on my pants
God damn, I love fucking on my fans
2 bitches my type they look like twins
And I dont give a fuck if they was real sisters
After me I pray she wash her mouth before you kiss her
Im undertaker put that pussy in a grave nigga
I play that PS5 but will not play no games wit ya
(Yea)

(Yea)
(Yea)
(Uh)
Im just talking real shit
You know I be out here cooking up shit, making beats too
(Yea)
(Young Premium)
Dirty soda, big pints not no Tris
Wocky on me, sipping Hi-Tec like Hi-C
Bad bitches she tryna fuck on nightly
Im just fucking on her she is not my wifey
Tell yo boyfriend that he is not in my league
Say he got some money, he aint never touch no cheese
All the money that I touch gotta have them sleeves
Told that bitch she aint getting shit if she dont get all on her knees
12 bitch from different states tryna cuff like police
Counting blues, selling orange pills I feel like Spike Lee
Im just hoping all my niggas do the right thing
White bitch got jungle fever say she like me
Niggas hating on me and I been wondering why
Aint Illuminati but throwing diamonds in the sky
Dripped all in that ice
Dont give a fuck about a price, Ima cop it if I like
I just hit yo bitch and then I act like I dont know her
Poured a 4 in a Sprite look like Whoopi Goldberg
Smoking on that Runtz pack, send me to the solar
A beast and Im iced out, Im feeling oh so polar
Why you chase that bitch, when you aint even got no bands?
Why you drop that wack ass song, you dont even got no fans?
Why you tryna dap me up if you is not my mans?
Been getting money, still getting it that's the plan
Purple camo Bape came straight from Japan
God damn, Preme Select on my pants
God damn, I love fucking on my fans
2 bitches my type they look like twins
And I dont give a fuck if they was real sisters
After me I pray she wash her mouth before you kiss her
Im undertaker put that pussy in a grave nigga
I play that PS5 but will not play no games wit ya
(Yea)