Diabolic Get Fucked Up

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Uh, waddup, Diabolic, been drinkin’ all day. Takin’ over the game (word) Oz Terentino, yeah. Triple Op
Bitches to the front (where you at)
Soldiers to the back (yeah)
C’mon, walk with me
C’mon, c’mon
Yo

[Verse 1:]’

Yo if you like me, then you’ll probably like me
And you might be out right now drinkin’ a Long Island ice-tea
If you got wifey, you remembered not to bring her
And you gonna ride home drunk, and give cops the finger
Find some dro to twist the dutch and open it
Roll the shit and you make sure I’m the one you smokin’ with
In a stolen six, hydroplanin’
On the clear view, in the rearview 5-O’s gaining
But it’s alright, that’s life, you only live once
Smoke those six blunts and drive your ?? drunk
This for live cats, in the club with nine strapped
Playin’ my track, drunk while they drive back
From the streets out to Puff’s Hampton Beach house
Takin’ a whole bottle to they head like Steve Stout
This for cats grinding for weekly cash
Catching a DWI smashed, while CD blasts

1st Chorus:

Get fucked up, right now
Drive home drunk, c’mon
Get fucked up, all my soldiers
Drive home drunk, all my bitches
Everybody live your life
Get fucked up tonight
Everybody get it right
Fuck every bitch in sight

[Verse 2:]

Yo the fit survive, and you ain’t fit without six or five
So live your lives with 22’s equipped to drive
And (get fucked up), it’s that simple
Ask every fan if the jams they packin’ to
Go find a bouncer who’s twice your weight class
And leave his face smashed with your champagne glass
Then skate fast, drive, get away, crash
And scream „Fuck the cops!” while they pass
I don’t care if you take cash to blaze hash
Walk a straight path or pump rock like Dane Dash