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