Drunk Thoughts

By Robbioso

On #QUESEMODE

Released on April 3, 2018

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[Intro]

"Ahah, Robbioso whats happening with my younger brother. You know that shit be up, the team don't stop my nigga I heard you out there pushing blocks like your supposed to and I’m proud of you my nigga & I love you to death. Aye check this out, you know niggas ain't fucking with us and they can't fuck with us. [?] we got the trophy already in our hands, ya heard me. Continue elevating yourself like your supposed to my brother and i’m proud of you, ya heard me. [?] This shit gon' take us all the way to the top, we gon' feed our family with this shit. Robbioso get these bnds"


[Verse]

I bounced out and left the keys, slide the rental

Think I need to quit sippin' this shit fucking with my mental

With tinted drums on me like I work for KFC

Bitch I ain't got time, i'll shoot a nigga tryna play with me

Come to bitches, I got choices like the letters A & B

Except it ain't A & B, I call a hoe, they bringing 3

It's time to run it up I really want a mini me

Can’t wait to have a son then touch a mill then go to Italy

I blow a ticket in the Gucci store, and I don’t need a raffle

Paid 900 for my sneakers, you pay Gucci they'll tax you

Lately I been in my bag like a satchel, you broke bitch your pockets stuck on still like a statue

These hoes can’t help but see me shine like a bald head

Whip out and leave a nigga shaking like he got dreads

Don't ask the price if you ain't copping, who are you the feds?

You ain't shit but a thug, that’s what my teacher said

I was spoiled by my bitch, then she cut me off

I'm like a demon in the field, [?]

Straight green, go hit my cousin if you need that soft

I turned myself into a boss, I feel like Rick Ross

If the feds know your name you ain't a street nigga

I'm on the road counting chicken, I can't beef with you

You ain't gotta hit the lean then go to sleep nigga

Lil [?] just copped a draky with a heat sensor

Weed censor, all that nerd shit so who gave you a pass?

Chevron, get in the whip and all you smell is gas

Bitch I think I'm Ricky Bobby cuz I'm living fast

Wanna fight who? You btter shoot me, i'll beat yo' ass

Gotta hit Neiman's twice a week just to spend dough

Do I want this Moncler, or this Kenzo

Do I want that Bentley Truck or that Benzo

Have money waving for this rap, where the streets know

What the streets know, I been pulling up on niggas like i'm Depot

If you ain't talking money, what you calling me for?

Feel like i'm crazy, only friends I got dead people

Bleu cheese in my pocket like a salad bar

I'm the one your son look up to like a shooting star

I don't rock with aliens, never stepped foot on Mars

I'm bouncing out, fuck a drive by where niggas hop out cars

And run it down on a nigga like we in a pickle

Back to back, pulling skits, bouncing in and out rentals

I can't just be giving out dick, these hoes get sentimental

And I ain't even tryna fuck if it ain't beneficial


[Outro]

Bitch, if it ain't beneficial

I ain't even tryna fuck if it ain't beneficial

I can't just be giving out dick, these hoes get sentimental


[?]

I can't be giving out this dick, these goes get sentimental

And I ain't even tryna fuck if it ain't beneficial

If it ain't beneficial x3