Yo
Yeah, yo, Drank
What's happenin’?
You know that nigga Ashton, don't you?
Ashton?
Yeah, DJ Imagine
No, I don't know no DJ Imagine
Ashton in Atlanta, what that?
Yeah, you sure? You, he playin’ all your shit in the club
nah, I thought he was your people
Nah, I, I don't know him
But, look, he was tryna get in touch with me and shit like
that, but (Hold, hold on, I gotta paper run)
Drank, Drank, Drank (Let me hit you back)
(Everything is kosher, Ashton on the bass now)

Yeah (Drank) , ooh, shit (Yeah)
They taxin' turkey bags crazy, got it too lit (Then what?)
Backdoor doin' numbers
packed this bitch out like a cruise ship (Yeah)
My front yard look like a— all these
fuckin' cool whips (Okay, cool)
Yeah, shit get to spillin' out (Yeah)
Saint Laurent for lunch or somethin'
Shit get to spillin' out, new AP
that’s gon’ cost you somethin' (Yeah, it do)
Shit gon’ get to spillin' out (Yeah)
three-five in a blunt or somethin' (Tell me that)
Shit get to spillin' out (Huh)
the boy fucked up the summer, huh (Let’s go)

Yo, Ashton, where you at, man? (Shit get to spillin' out)
Shit, I'm 'round the way, I'm at the spot
fuck goin'? (Shit get to spillin' out)
Where you at? (Oh yeah)
I'm at the studio, shit
I'll get there in 'bout fifteen (Shit get to spillin' out)
What you got goin' on?
I can't even really say too much right now
just bumped down on 'em (Yeah, shit get to spillin' out)
Alright, say less

Sippin' out expensive cup (Yeah) , WaWa by the bag (Uh-huh)
My young ho bad, these hoes can't see me (Uh-uh)
I just ran an M up in a Honda, thinkin' Bentley truck (Yeah)
Yeah, young nigga die alive (Uh-huh)
I get fly a lot (Then what?)
I don't even rock the laces in my shoes, baby
I can't tie the knot (Baby, I can't tie the knot)
It's too hot outside to lay up, big ol' player (Huh)
She want 2B send her flowers
I sent her Zelle (Yeah) , then I sent her 12
Penthouse on my wrist (Uh-huh)
Okay, penthouse at the Ritz
full of nothin' but sticks (Let's get into it)

Yeah (Drank) , ooh, shit (Yeah)
They taxin' turkey bags crazy, got it too lit (Then what?)
Backdoor doin' numbers
packed this bitch out like a cruise ship (Yeah)
My front yard look like a— all these
fuckin' cool whips (Okay, cool)
Yeah, shit get to spillin' out (Yeah)
Saint Laurent for lunch or somethin'
Shit get to spillin' out, new AP
that's gon' cost you somethin' (Yeah, it do)
Shit gon' get to spillin' out (Yeah)
three-five in a blunt or somethin' (Tell me that)
Shit get to spillin' out (Huh)
the boy fucked up the summer

Let's go
Shit get to spillin' out
Shit get to spillin' out (Oh yeah)
Shit get to spillin' out
Yeah, shit get to spillin' out