Drank N Cranberry - Ty Dolla $ign, Casey Veggies

Drank mixed with cranberry

Hoes in my Blackberry

Hoes in my iPhone

Hoes wherever I go

Drank mixed with cranberry

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 fucking 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

I fuck your bitch without a condom

Me, 3D and Krondon sippin'

And now I’m leaning on your baby momma

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 nigga

Right at my house, we clubbin'

Right at my house, we fucking

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

Nigga 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!»