#NEVERSOBER (prod. L.N.$.G.)

[Verse 1]

Pull up and the pussy gonna Milly Rock mm,

Drip drip drip like a Henny top mm,

Ready for the head I'm gonna get up in the bed

And let her get a little Rev I got her beggin finna beat it

Till the little twat blue,

Finna hit the liquor shop

Cinnamon and gin and with the juice

If you isn't with the clique you not,

Hit em with the venom if they wanna break a truce

Get em fitted with a noose

In a minute on the news

I admit it I'm a goon

But a menace and my head is full of booze

I'mma get it baby get it they beginners

Gonna hit em with a little bit of rhythym and a schism

Rip a swisher with the wind that I use,

Boy spit sharp like a Wendigo tooth,

Noise split heart when I get in the booth

The wickedest brute I sip to get loose

Leviticus thick with the chips that I use, Aye

Slayin like Cain and I'm Abel to XO any fuckin on The Weekend

Me Makin weak ends? Please

Better get gone, lay a whole safe on the table,

Checks all Money Trees,

Be what I feast on

Fiend when the beefs on

Lead up in ya naval taking shots like I'm Bae Ruth

Better get a Quaalude

Dead him in the denim unidentified

Jettin with the bread I'm doin 95, Trippy Life

Sip a little Henny gun up in the sky

Diddy bop Semi cocked let it knock

POP POP POP

Out the limo top

YAK YAK YAK,

AK Dot bumpin ScHoolBoyQ with them dope boy moves

Takin 24 shots on the fade

Finna throw the whole block a parade

Won't you come and get stomped out the gate?

Step over ya body then lob a grenade (lob a grenade)

 

[Chorus]

We be them pistol packin,

Jaw crackin

Loud rollin

Raw pack in hand mothafuckas

Break the law cuz we can mothafuckas

Hope that y'all can understand but you can't

Cuz we puffin Taliban

Hunned Band mothafuckas

 

[Verse 2]

What in the fuck y'all want? (What?)

If it ain't dope and it ain't smoke

Get the fuck up out my line,

Been smokin on the Flyin Lotus

Open up yo mind Loaded,

"NEVER FUCKIN SOBER"

That's that motto for them high rollers

Poppin them bottles my grind over

When I be a corpse in a bottomless grave

And the knowledge it take to go jot on the page is just not on the same,

Level as Revy's a monsterous brain

And my oculars ache I been starin at pages like cake on a waitress

Well shit it been burnin

Them flames have been wagin

The chips that I'm earnin

Throw shade at Ben Franklin

But shit I deserve it for bangers I'm Makin

I'm breaking the bank and I'm Makin it crunk,

808 thump when it chasin the drum,

Shit it be bumpin like body in trunk,

Bonnie I'm Rotten I'm Clyde with the blunt

Everybody get a IV fuck a lobby with a pen

I be ladi fuckin daddi if I try to to repent

I been hiding from my sins

Finna light up out the lighter get a lot up out the 'cid

Like a domino I flip all the loud packs

Hallowin a fifth when I kick back,

How you finna Doubt that?

Bottom of a bitch finna hit that

Now I'm in the south yeah

Pull the tip out for ya mouth yeah

Hand coming down like a mouse trap

All blue bruise on them cheeks yeah

Slim thick bitch with them Auburn roots yeah

All white teeth when I eat a bitch out yeah

R.I.P. what the fuck you know about that? Yum..