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lou gram - drank wars lyrics

[verse 1: babytron]
ayy, me and lou in here shiftin’ gears
personal driver, i ain’t had to catch a lyft in years
call the .223s mike tyson, they done bit his ear
11:11, cuddy wish that a hundred bricks appear
gunsmoke and zotti, how the f+ck my vision crystal clear?
i want quagen, i want wocky, you still sippin’ beer
everybody actin’ weird, i keep a couple pistols near
wake and bake, it’s only right i twist some grits and jam
you would post your life on instagram thinkin’ we give a d+mn
i don’t do the overnight drops, nah, this some instant bands
this an instant scam, why is you on finsta, man?
crack the seal and turn my water into kool+aid
it must be april fools’ day, ’cause who lame?
next year my ice age like еvery month a new chain
you ain’t evеn ran a check up, so how your shoes stink?
i cannot complain about a thing, i seen a new day
you would probably think we playin’ games, i pulled up two k’s
f&n a five+seven, kapitals a two+eight
dubs in the bank, but you know i got a blue safe
loosie or havana, i don’t f+ck with joints
you doin’ bullsh+t, really, what’s the point?
caught him gettin’ off of southfield and now he stuck on joy
drank put me straight on my ass, the double cup off ‘roids

[verse 2: lou gram]
drank is how i got rich, i ain’t touch no boy
count up my first [?][1:02] and got paranoid
say he caught him one, i don’t know, call him soulja boy
my b+tch say when it come to drank, i go overboard
rick owens cargos cost me ’bout eleven hundred
n+ggas playin’ with the juice, seal cracked, i don’t want it
stuntin’ with that lil’+ass cuban, put a piece on it (lame)
your girl f+ck with me, want her ass, put a leash on it
sorry, i was trappin’, you only known for rappin’
if the conversation ’bout money, i’m interested
doin’ a dollar in the benz, blowin’ every light on gratiot
[?] do i spend brick fare on this fashion
i got a g for every bump on your face (b+tch)
big gut, can’t let a cup go to waste (sip it)
instagram make you think you up when you ain’t (nah)
plottin’ on lou, better play it safe (lou gram)
[verse 3: icewear vezzo]
yeah, dude ain’t uppin’ dog sh+t ’cause he owe some (n+gga owe one)
hate when n+ggas play they role and they told somethin’
new rollie, big stone cost a whole hundred (yeah)
hit the plug up and by the mornin’, got a load comin’ (got a load comin’)
real shifter, run it up, we got h+lla flavors (flavors)
so much motherf+ckin’ money, i can sell the paper (b+tch)
audemars eighty racks, got the bezel tapered
real street n+gga, had an m before i met a label (for real, though)
ten and oh with these cards, check the scoreboard (on god)
icy water on my arm, i can snowboard (uh+huh, yeah)
blue forgis on the don, paid the low for ’em
every car i post, them b+tches mine, ain’t no note on ’em (b+tch)

- lou gram lyrics

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