Drank - Bay Swag & 42 Dugg: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

Bay Swag & 42 Dugg

Drank

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Drank fue lanzado el 25 de julio de 2025 por Nothing Bout Us Regular/Standard Records under exclusive license to UnitedMasters LLC como parte del álbum Damaged Thoughts

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00:30 - 00:35

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DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

Bay Swag

Voces

42 Dugg

Voces

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Dion Hayes

Letra

Kevin Andre Price

Kevin Andre Price

Letra

Darryl Clemons

Letra

Lloyd McKenzie Jr.

Lloyd McKenzie Jr.

Letra

PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA

Go Grizzly

Producción

Pooh Beatz

Producción

B100

Producción

Letra

[Intro]

These **** real— yeah

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)

Yeah, yeah (Go Grizz)

[Chorus]

Relapsin' right now, ****, I need some drank (Drank)

Wash it down with Percocets, if it ain't RP, I do pink (B100, pink)

I like mines all blues, on my shoes, I went Saint (Woo)

If she found out what I made today, she might faint (Yeah)

Hoppin' out that, huh, huh, huh, smokin' stank

I take bitches out the country, baby, I don't date

F&N, frrt, frrt, frrt, make his body shake

I'm in the striker just in case gotta do drill out of state

[Verse 1]

Dollar signs (Frrt, frrt), make her whine (Frrt, frrt)

If she slim thick (Frrt), then you know she mine (Frrt, frrt)

All these bitches want Naynays ever since I signed

She said she ain't never seen a May-May, that shit parked outside

Pop a bean (Woo, woo), now I'm fried (Goddamn)

Pop a bean (Woo, woo), now I'm blind

Yeah, this shit on the floor, OG went four-by-four

A bitch'll cry in your face and still be lyin', I don't trust no ho (Lame)

****, this just what it is, I had to talk with the Zoe

****, this just what it is, Perkies, I took 'bout four

You ever hopped off a chopper then went straight to the jet?

Go to LA with some P's then give that shit to the 'jects

Hustle, this shit in my genes, all I know is flex

Worldwide sniper for real, all I know is sex

The system on that bullshit, wait 'til they free Sex

It's Queens on the Mitchell & Ness, I'ma make sure I flex on my ex

Made an M, gotta add on the S, watch these labels, they'll put you in debt

He was hatin' on me, got left, you could smell that lean on my breath

[Chorus]

Relapsin' right now, ****, I need some drank (Drank)

Wash it down with Percocets, if it ain't RP, I do pink (Pink)

I like mines all blues, on my shoes, I went Saint (Woo)

If she found out what I made today, she might faint (Yeah)

Hoppin' out that, huh, huh, huh, smokin' stank

I take bitches out the country, baby, I don't date

F&N, frrt, frrt, frrt, make his body shake

I'm in the striker just in case gotta do drill out of state

[PostChorus]

Pop a bean (Woo, woo), now I'm fried (Goddamn)

Pop a bean (Woo, woo), now I'm blind (Huh, huh)

Pop a bean (Woo, woo), now I'm fried (Goddamn)

Pop a bean (Woo, woo), now I'm blind (Huh, huh)

[Verse 2]

Cop some weed, thirty P's, that ain't gas, you bluffin'

Spent a quarter M on my brother, tell me how the fuck you struggle

If could hand it to you, I will, keep somethin' bad on film

Been arguin' with my G, **** countin' up my M's

With a bad bitch and friends, tote Glock 9s and 10s

Since Mox died, I been cautious, get caught lyin', I'm offin'

**** still doin' that talkin', just left a dub in Starlet's

Through the grapevine, I heard, these bitches can't be her

That Patek real, it's rose, that bag touched, it's gone

No kissin', baby, I'm cool, I trick a little, I'm schooled

Them Chanels startin' to add up, bought five of 'em this month

Big bro know that I'm good, I don't hang with shit but wolves

[Chorus]

Relapsin' right now, ****, I need some drank (Drank)

Wash it down with Percocets, if it ain't RP, I do pink (Pink)

I like mines all blues, on my shoes, I went Saint (Woo)

If she found out what I made today, she might faint (Yeah)

Hoppin' out that, huh, huh, huh, smokin' stank

I take bitches out the country, baby, I don't date

F&N, frrt, frrt, frrt, make his body shake

I'm in the striker just in case gotta do drill out of state

[PostChorus]

Pop a bean (Woo, woo), now I'm fried (Goddamn)

Pop a bean (Woo, woo), now I'm blind (Huh, huh)

Pop a bean (Woo, woo), now I'm fried (Goddamn)

Pop a bean (Woo, woo), now I'm blind (Huh, huh)

Written by: Darryl Clemons, Dion Hayes, Kevin Andre Price, Lloyd Travis Mckenzie Jr.

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