Drank N Cranberry (ft. Casey Veggies)

Drank N Cranberry
Drank mixed with cranberry
Hoes in my Blackberry
Hoes in my iPhone
Hoes wherever I go
Drank mixed with cranberry (x4)

Drank mixed with cranberry
Got a square bitch, she scary
I took her to my hood
Seen a pistol and got shook (you scared)
See the money, got sprung
Blood ain't thicker than cum
I'm fuc*** with my enemies sister
Bust all in her tummy
I ain't gonna brag about money
Most you niggas broke
I ain't gonna talk about bitches
You ain't got no hoes (x2)
I f*** your bitch without a condom
It was me, 3D and Krondon, sippin'
And now I'm leaning on your baby momma (x2)
I prefer the dome, being honest, baby girl at the honors
I street smart and she a college girl that stayed down when I was grindin'
Patron shots to the stomach, sprint race to the money
Come party with a real ni*** right at my house, we clubbin'
Right at my house, we fuc***, I play my Macbook then beat it from the back
Come back to it, I leave it where it's at, I fly to the city cause I need it where I'm at
I'm Westside with my name known, her chest out, she trained to go
Boy tried to snatch my main ho, ni*** gotta try to match my bankroll like, "Whoa!"
I done seen a lot of girls in the city act brand new and turn model
Turn out, look on the internet, she was in a video doing porno
She go, no stop, shout out to the girls that like on top
For a young boy that made it from the bottom
We live one life, so I'm drinking out the bottle like, "Oh!"
[Hook] + [Bridge]