[Intro: Modern Pablo]
Uh, ayy
[Chorus: Modern Pablo]
Two cups a day, but I'm not sick, I'm drinking medicine
Convicted felon, I could give a fuck, I got my weapons, man
I poured a seven, I don't measure, I go by the taste
It feel like heaven, man, I be so high, I keep on droppin' jakes
I be so high, keep droppin' jakes
Just like MJ, keep droppin' J's
Y'all niggas cap like big charades
We droppin' sacks and droppin' eights
I like sippin', she like red wine
I like Bentleys, she like Alpines
Expert pickin', I can tell blind
Dropped a fifty just to tell time
[Verse 1: Modern Pablo]
Yeah, my shit Dеnver, you can smell mine
Thеse custom denims, the Chanel kind
I'm out here gettin' it, duckin' jail time
I go and pick it, then I sell vines
I'm sippin' too much Wock', I feel it creepin' in my spleen
I'm trappin' out of spots, I don't do box, I'm in a different league
I swear it's so many Glocks up in that spot, we go play COD
The fam havin' them knots, I own my spot, yeah, that's a victory
They see that I'm one and they try to be friend to me
He say that he know me, but he ain't no kin to me
I see that they hatin', but don't let it get to me
I'm playin' with pounds when I'm shoppin' in Italy
Stop drinkin' that Wock' like what? Man, please
You gotta be kiddin' me
Keep drinkin' this Wock' 'til it fuck up my kidney
And no, I won't stop, I'ma drink 'til infinity
I love pro' cold, man, do you hear me?
I got four hoes, they all so pretty
It's Quagen, Wock', Tech, and Trishy
Swear kickin' the cup like kickin' a Frisbee
Got it out of the mud, that's why I sip it
Pay two and a dub before I mix it
Two cups of the blood, that's how we kick it
Say two and a dub, that's why I whip it
Uh, ayy
[Chorus: Modern Pablo]
Two cups a day, but I'm not sick, I'm drinking medicine
Convicted felon, I could give a fuck, I got my weapons, man
I poured a seven, I don't measure, I go by the taste
It feel like heaven, man, I be so high, I keep on droppin' jakes
I be so high, keep droppin' jakes
Just like MJ, keep droppin' J's
Y'all niggas cap like big charades
We droppin' sacks and droppin' eights
I like sippin', she like red wine
I like Bentleys, she like Alpines
Expert pickin', I can tell blind
Dropped a fifty just to tell time
[Verse 1: Modern Pablo]
Yeah, my shit Dеnver, you can smell mine
Thеse custom denims, the Chanel kind
I'm out here gettin' it, duckin' jail time
I go and pick it, then I sell vines
I'm sippin' too much Wock', I feel it creepin' in my spleen
I'm trappin' out of spots, I don't do box, I'm in a different league
I swear it's so many Glocks up in that spot, we go play COD
The fam havin' them knots, I own my spot, yeah, that's a victory
They see that I'm one and they try to be friend to me
He say that he know me, but he ain't no kin to me
I see that they hatin', but don't let it get to me
I'm playin' with pounds when I'm shoppin' in Italy
Stop drinkin' that Wock' like what? Man, please
You gotta be kiddin' me
Keep drinkin' this Wock' 'til it fuck up my kidney
And no, I won't stop, I'ma drink 'til infinity
I love pro' cold, man, do you hear me?
I got four hoes, they all so pretty
It's Quagen, Wock', Tech, and Trishy
Swear kickin' the cup like kickin' a Frisbee
Got it out of the mud, that's why I sip it
Pay two and a dub before I mix it
Two cups of the blood, that's how we kick it
Say two and a dub, that's why I whip it
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