Drunk Bitches - After The Smoke

Na na na naaa

Na na na naaaaaa

Real nigga, fuck with me, uh

Na na na naaaaaa

All these drunk bitches, all these bitches

Standing in line, snapping them pictures

Don’t complain 'bout nothing to do

I’m coming for you

I say

All these drunk bitches, all these bitches

Standing in line with nothing to do

I’m coming for you

Real nigga, fuck with me

Aw hell, with this buck fifty

Fist full, grip full

How I’m 'posed to live comfortably good?

Kick up my feet on IKEA

Let’s re-up on cheeba I snatched from this dealer

Whom I met in high school but, since the teachers ain’t reach us

Through the cracks, blink deeper

Another liter of whiskey is speeding up my liver

A culmination of issues I get for fucking with her

Here’s a rose to all the baddest hoes

And glitz and glamour that we exhibit, should we unfold

I’m on the road to women with fake hooters

Swimming through the waters, avoiding these barracudas

Am I the victim or the shooter?

This is Jesus versus Judas

All these drunk bitches, all these bitches

Standing in line, snapping them pictures

Don’t complain 'bout nothing to do

I’m coming for you

I say

All these drunk bitches, all these bitches

Standing in line with nothing to do

I’m coming for you

Bang bang, repeat, duck down, what now?

Cop cars, outlaws outside of that rundown

Just wanna get fucked up, no need to get dumped out

Bad bitches so ambitious, hope ambulances don’t come 'round

What a great way to close out a good evening

Look me in the eye, what do you believe in?

Superstition, that supernatural flow

Snort up her nose, with her eyes closed

Now we counting hoes everywhere we go

She got too drunk, I got to blown

This is leather gripping, paper flipping with the roof missing

Vroom vroom, 'scurt off in the new edition

What a contradiction, hide her hate behind the lipstick

Choose ya poison, while expecting me to fix it

Now, bring the noise in, throw it back until ya hurl

In the end, it’s you and me against the world

All these drunk bitches, all these bitches

Standing in line, snapping them pictures

Don’t complain 'bout nothing to do

I’m coming for you

I say

All these drunk bitches, all these bitches

Standing in line with nothing to do

I’m coming for you