Drink It Up

Verse One: (Roc Marciano) Patek Phillipe rocker Punch beef in the meat locker Treat plots like copper My eyes cut D proper G-shocks for the teeny boppers Squeeze Glocks at your V-collar The "5" driver The lines like peach cobbler I sip the Martini with the olive Trollops all be brolic The face of the Presidential: Black Onyx Back is the iconic Fat wallet Fuck hoes, that playing exotic Buss' Chrome that spray up the cottage Body rotted Products rise like hydraulics You probably washed like Palmolive I palm Llamas Hold bank with the robbers You thrown in the tank with Piranhas. (Nigga!) I'm built like an Adonis, (Tilt!) I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins