24 OZ ft. 8xclsv Lyrics

I'm in a Skat, you in a trap with that negative balance

My brother got rich off these pros, the cash I was hurting to manage

Double CC, no Chanel, my pockets, they really be stylish

I made a brick off a Zelle, flip that, then moved to the tropics

24 ounce of that red, yeah, that's 300 a line

Saint Laurenti, that's five, he wiping his nose, he slime

My bro hit me back with a full, he told me to load up that chime

30 or better, we do it again, we ain't wasting no time

24 ounce of that red, 24 ounce of that

24 ounce of that drank gone, who you know that's doing it better

Walkin in , walk in with a balmain sweater

357, don't tote no beretta

Why you picking that one ? Cus it fit in my sweater

I know she gon' love me if I let her

I know she gon', but why would I let her

24 ounce of that drink, 24 ounce of that

I asked her, bitch, where she bank

I told her, just bring me the

I'm serving out, stank, I get them pounds in a

Fiasco the spot, I ain't feeling too loopy

I just might shoot out the

On a high speed on the P-Way

Sliding with DK, I expect him to drift

Okay, we riding with sticks

Ask him, he ready to blitz

He reach , & in return and I lift him

Smoking on deads, match victims

I turn that boy to a shit bag

If he ain't dead in a minute

Super slimed out, get your set, crash

Cause why they dissing on

They dissing on who

I just might spinna onna

I put that boy ina

I just be dropping the

They told me stop dropping the