Drenched lyrics

[Intro: Kyle Richh & Mase]
(Huncho)
We not your little n*ggas, like, for real
All that big homie stuff, that's for little n*ggas (f*ck)
People would tell me, "Mase, chill"
No, chill for what? Who is this n*gga? (4s on top, like, it's forty-one shots)

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
A-AR got shot in his sh*t (AR)
Shh died, he the top of the list
Bro got remanded for flockin' his sh*t (Like, damn)
Like, free all the 4s, we was givin' 'em belt (Like, what?)
Jawn Cena top of the shelf (Cena)
DGK, word to bro, y'all ain't dangerous
And it's forty-one shots for a Ray Makk ranger (DGK)

[Verse 1: Kai Swervo]
What— what the f*ck?
Like, tell 'em what happened to Queez
Mad of your mans got shot, n*ggas must've forgot that somebody tagged up Bеans
We throwin' back if he jack TG
Told KB to finish him off if he lеan
Gotta throw on my mask in that V, I'ma hop out and blast
I bet he ain't runnin' from these, like
Like, yeah, we do more than a lot
And, yes, we spin multiple blocks
n*ggas off thinkin' sh*t sweet and keep it a hush, but Cena got caught and he died
[Verse 2: Jay Gelato]
Like, Jeff, Ray headpop in the blunt
Oh my god, I'm fried
Like, every time it's that time, l'ma slide
Mask up, it ain't nothin', I hop in that ride, n*gga
AR, AR f*ck little b*tches
Like, Ta Blixk leg got stitches
Put a drop on his head, that's for Christmas

[Verse 3: KJ Swervo]
Like, they know we droppin' the pitchfork
I catch a GD n*gga, he get picked off
Next, don't let me run into Ciggy
I'll call up my shooter, DG gettin' busy
Vbands showin' his man on cam
Man, Humble was suckin' Icees, he a fan
26 need to go slide for they mans, so they link with the Baby n*ggas 'cause they scared

[Verse 4: Kyle Richh]
Wal Blixk ran on his—
Ray Makk got hit and we got it on cam (Ray Makk)
Rah B on court like he Kevin Durant (Like, damn)
Brownsville been givin' y'all trouble for years (Brownsville)

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
A-AR got shot in his sh*t (AR)
Shh died, he the top of the list
Bro got remanded for flockin' his sh*t (Like, damn)
Like, free all the 4s, we was givin' 'em belt (Like, what?)
Jawn Cena top of the shelf (Cena)
DGK, word to bro, y'all ain't dangerous
And it's forty-one shots for a Ray Makk ranger (DGK)
[Verse 5: Baree Swervo]
If a n*gga jack 26, I'ma send two-six shots to his head (Deuce)
AR got shot, n*gga should've been dead
How you jackin' the Babiiez? Almost got rocked to bed
Get back, bro, you almost got put in some pegs
Rah, AR, shot in the leg
Giggs and Jeff should've got put to bed
Whole Drench Gang shot, you don't want to be next
Like, Glocks, 9s, .40 Berettas
Twenty shots through a dumb n*gga sweater
Are you dumb? Me and mines gon' bend any weather
Talkin' tough on the dead, now he dead on a stretcher
Said he big dog? How? n*gga light like a feather
Send my dogs on the mission, send my n*ggas, go get 'em
This how demons get turned to a victim
Tell my ooter keep ootin', can't f*ck up his rhythm
Call us the do-that gang 'cause we do that for real
Like, my n*ggas move like assassins
Try to come spin through the 5, I'ma flick in the fashion
If you think I don't live what I'm rappin'
Dumbass ran up on me and I clapped him
I got the DB nina, who lackin'?
I'm outside, boy, f*ck all the chattin'
Pop out, show me who really get active, grrah