Allen Ritter - Drown (Remix) lyrics

[Produced by Metro Boomin' Southside & Allen Ritter] [Hook: Young Thug] Drink Take a lil' sip of that act (blow it) Flooded all my b**hes in that I'm in the projects without Pat My j**elry leave them blind like bats Diamonds for her in the back Hit that lil' b**h from the back, she stay Baby like how I do that Poppin a little xanax and relax All of my ratchet get wet If he got racks he can text 5-4-3-2-1-0 check b**h, I let my whoadies hit that p**y n***a, they some rats This one on my pocket they fat, no cash But all my b**hes they breathless Pop a lil' perk and relax Turn up, turn up These n***as up to some She need to f** or some [Verse 1: NARQUI$E] These n***as say you switched up, (NAH!) When you get money and stunt I like to turn up and stunt I stay low-key and sh** so I really don't give a f**! f** yo feelings b**h you ain't sh**! You drowned a n***a on some lame sh** You said you loved me you then changed biiitch, what the f** I do to make you change biiiitch!? Now I'm laughing at yo stupid a**! f**ed around and ditched on me, real fast! Damn you sh**ted on a n***a, real fast When my house then burned down where was yo a** at? Sometimes I think that I'm b**hin'! (I BE COOKIN' IN THE KITCHEN!) [Work my wrist!] Work my wrist, work my wrist work it, shordy tryna twerk it! Damn I mean, what did the kid do? All he ever tried to do was please you. (Please you b**h!) b**h you ain't worth that sh**! I'ma go f** that b**h f** you mean you said that you loved me? Girl you ain't really love me You was just leading a n***a on, should have f**ed ya friend while we was on the phone! (ON THE PHONE b*tch!) [Hook : Young Thug & Travi$ Scott] Drink ohhh Take a lil' sip of that act (blow it) ohhh Flooded all my b**hes in that ohhh I'm in the projects with loud pack ohhh My j**elry leave them blind like bats ohhh Diamonds for her in the back ohhh Hit that lil' b**h from the back, she stay ohhh Baby like how I do that ohhh Poppin a little xanax and relax ohhh All of my ratchet get wet If he got racks he can text 5-4-3-2-1-0 check b**h, I let my whoadies hit that p**y n***a, they some rats This one on my pocket they fat, no cash But all my b**hes they breathless Pop a lil' perk and relax Turn up, turn up These n***as up to some She need to f** or some