Drenched Lyrics – Kyle Richh

Fours on top like it’s forty-one shots
AR got shot in his sh!t
Thought he the top of the list
Pulled out remainder for flockin’ his sh!t
Free all’ the fours, we was givin’ ’em belt
John, Cena, top of the shelf
DGK where the boy at he baited
And its 41 shots for a Ray-Mac raisin

What, what the f**k?
Like, tell ’em what happened to Queez
Maddie ya mans got shot, n!gga must’ve forgot
That somebody tagged Obean
We doin’ bad free Jack, TG
Told KB to finish him off he lean
Gotta throw on my mask in that V and hop out and blast
I bet he ain’t runnin’ from me, like
Like yeah we do more than a lot
And yes we spin multiple blocks
n!ggas off thinking sh!t sweet
And keep it a hush, but seen it
I call, and he die
Like Jeff Ray head poppin’ a blunt
Oh my god I’m fried
Like every time it’s that time I’ma slide
Mask up it ain’t nothin’ I hop in that ride, n!gga
AR, AR, f**k little b!tches
Like, top look like got stitches
Put a drop on his head, that’s for Christmas

Like, they know we dropping the piss four
I’ll catch a GD, n!gga, he get picked off
Next, don’t let me run into sickie
I’ll call on my shooter DG gettin busy
VBandz showing his man on cam
Man, humble was sucking ice, he’s a fan
Two-six need to go slide for they man
So they link with the baby n!ggas ’cause they scared

Orblee, rain on us, rain, Ray Mack, got hit it, we got it on cam
Robby on call like he giving the ran
Badger been giving y’all trouble for years

AR got shot in his sh!t
Thought he the top of the list
Pulled out remainder for flockin’ his sh!t
Free all’ the fours, we was givin’ ’em belt
John, Cena, top of the shelf
DGK where the boy at he baited
And its 41 shots for a Ray-Mac raisin

If a n!gga jack two six
I’m send two six shots to his head
AR got shot n!ggas should been dead
How are you jacking the baby almost got like the bed
Get back brody you almost got put on some pegs
Rah, AR,shot in the leg
Giggs and Jeff shoulda got put to bed
Whole Drench Gang shot you don’t want to be next
Like, Glock, Nas, 40 berettas
Twenty shots through a dumb n!gga’s sweater
Are you dumb? Me and mines, gon’ bend any weather
Who can tough on the dead
I ain’t dead I’m the stressor
Said he big dog, how? n!gga light like a feather
Send my dogs on the mission
Tell my n!ggas go get up
Cause our demons get turned to a victim
Tell my otter keep otting
Can’t f**k up his rhythm
It’s do that gang
‘Cause we do that for real
Like my n!ggas move like assassin
Try to come spin through the five
I’m a flicking the faction
If you think I don’t live but I’m rappin’
Dumb ass run up on me and I clapped him
I got the DB nina who lackin’
I’m outside boy f**k all the chattin’
Pop out show me who really get active
Grahhh