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Bay Swag & 42 Dugg
Drank
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Drank was released on July 25, 2025 by Nothing Bout Us Regular/Standard Records under exclusive license to UnitedMasters LLC as a part of the album Damaged Thoughts
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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bay Swag
Bay Swag
Vocals
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Lyrics
Kevin Andre Price
Kevin Andre Price
Lyrics
Darryl Clemons
Darryl Clemons
Lyrics
Lloyd McKenzie Jr
Lloyd McKenzie Jr
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Go Grizzly
Go Grizzly
Producer
Pooh Beatz
Pooh Beatz
Producer
B100
B100
Producer

Lyrics

[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., Timothy Mckibbons

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