Drunk and Confused 2.0 (feat. A9Ksav)

Talk on my name, I don't give two fucks (I don't)

Back road, just up to you man step

Just me and my chefs, try know that it's tucked (It's on me)

Me and Mash in the trap with cash

And we're servin' crack cah we never had funds (We didn't)

Now my shoebox full up with fifties

Move packs swiftly, then call up the plug

Wagwan? My bro got the drop on the bud

Like bro love circle the A with a rusty buck from '92

Best duck when bullets start fly at you

No chat, bad man just rise and shoot

I swear down we're the youngest doin' it

Who in the ends hit a million views? (Who?)

Bad one tryna wholesome fuck

I just bust my nut, then it's back to my Mahmud's

Like, all of these girls wanna fuck and flirt (Nasty)

Sorry, darling, man can't waste time

Move your waistline, throw it back and twerk

You chat shit on the 'net, get bucked

In the flesh, JS had them quiet like Ferb (Quiet)

The dot-dot come longer than Deebo

You best mind out or you might get burst

Man defend my bro like Bellerín

Wet your skeleton, tryna rip through nerves (Ying that)

And the balls get whipped in the kitchen

And back then I used to crash on nerds

I fly straight, make the re go missin'

Slangin' packs to the cats on the kerb (Meow)

And if you're on me, best back your zombie

Trust me, I'ma back mine first

Yo, Deebo, funds, you can't miss me on road

They trap never showed me love (No love, no love)

But the trap taught me one lesson

Fuck bitches and get this money

If the world's gone cold, then grip on your weapon (Baow!)

If I spot black yutes from afar and I let that go

That's a ten-year sentence (I'm birded)

I ain't drunk and confused, I'm hight off these yutes

Takin' drugs to heal all this tension

Like Muhammad Ali, they're light on their feet

Muhammad Ali, man, I sting like a bee

Man's got the waps, know they sing like B

And I got my own fire like Pooh Shiesty (Baow!)

25 bands what I spend on the re

Feelin' like Christmas Day for the Gs

From a young age, man stockin' the T

Like THC, man stock all the green

I was never left-back like Robertson

I was right back there on the field like Trent

Or I'm up in the front in the squad like Suárez

I'm prayin' to God that the shank don't bend

Bro's at the wing and he's causin' a hazard

I beg you opp boys best defend your ends

If things get messy, I'm finna jet like Li

Then it's back tryna make my (Baow! Baow!)

It's still opp block tours in the late of the night

We crash on opps and spin that whip (Woosh)

Ride-out time, no stallin'

Pick up the gloves with intention of catchin' the prick

Don't lie to the fans, you ain't did that

You ain't wavy like that, you ain't grip on sticks

Bad ones like when I grip that

I might hit that, I might dig man's bitch

Ten-ten grub, make him overdose

I just called up my bro on the landing

Cah long time I ain't spoke to bro

Where am I? No one knows

I've got pound signs in a choker hold

Bro thinks that they tapped his SIM

So he switched that quick to a Vodafone

Backstrap spliffs, just rollin' tones

Finna slide to the zone with two

But my marjay really taught me about karma though (She did)

Don't chat online, my bro, you ain't got nine lives, Hardy Caprio

Whoa, they're tellin' me stick to the rap

But I get my bands in from sellin' dope (Real trap boy)

This gang life ain't all I know

But I turn bad boy when I signed for bro (Bad boy)

Man just got the drop on a plug

Rip them cables, I'm tryna see funds (Rip that)

I got a whole lotta weight in the back

I'm praying to God that we don't get spun (Oh Lord)

The black tints on the whip look like circle

You don't wanna see me buss my gun (Baow!)

Bad one said she's a Virgo

All she really wanna do is have fun (Have fun)

Yo, all she really wanna do is have fun (Have fun)

I tell my YG, "Buss that gun!" (Grrrrt! Baow!)

Man's got the sticks, let it beat like drums (Bah-Baow!)

And man's got a feelin' I'll get that gone

A92 x J x YD, stars in the makin', history done

A92, we the hottest topic

Tape comin' soon and the gang's on top