Driving Drunk lyrics

I told mama Imma fighter
Yeah we lit like Bic we on fire like a lighter
Yeah she seen them racks, she said i could get inside her
I know imma be good, I told mama imma fighter
Hey, I'm just tryna live it up
He don't know nobody but I bet that n*gga know what-sup
Imma kill the Styrofoam, yeah you know I'm double cupped
Man I'm on my lonesome, I don't think I'll make it home

I don't think I'll make it home
Sipping on Tris I'm driving drunk
Smoking gas, we smoking funk
We making noise like a horn, hump, hey
Smoking on gas in silent it's so loud
Taking that sh*t in silence you popped, hey
f*cking hoes they in they mouth
Sipping henny from the mouth
My n*gga's so sick they vile
Married to the game vow
We getting green, yeah
I get the money the hundreds inside of my pockets I only buy Fitteds
I don't think I'll make it home
I don't think I'll make it home
I said a prayer can I make it home
I said a prayer can I make it home

I told mama Imma fighter
Yeah we lit like Bic we on fire like a lighter
Yeah she seen them racks, she said i could get inside her
I know imma be good, I told mama imma fighter
Hey, I'm just tryna live it up
He don't know nobody but I bet that n*gga know what-sup
Imma kill the Styrofoam, yeah you know I'm double cupped
Man I'm on my lonesome, I don't think I'll make it home