Drank N Cranberry Testo

Testo Drank N Cranberry

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drank mixed with cranberry
Hoes in my Blackberry
Hoes in my iPhone
Hoes wherever I go
Drank mixed with cranberry [x4]

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drank mixed with cranberry
Got a square bitch, she scary
I took her to my hood
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 [x2]
I fuck your bitch without a condom
Me, 3D and [?] sippin'


And now I'm leaning on your baby momma [x2]

[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
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!"