Ab-Soul, Fre$H - Don Julio 70

[Intro: Ab-Soul & Fre$H]
It's ours (it's ours?)
Yea keep on - it's ours
Just leave that breather
And then-
You know what I'm saying?
Yea, look how I kick it off though
Thank you Fre$h, Lord
This my first time sipping

[Verse: Ab-Soul & Fre$H]
Don Julio 70
Still pour without measuring
My Soul Fre$H, that's heavenly, uh
Don Julio 70
Streets watching in 7D
Each Glock come with 17, uh
Bang bang, bang bang bang
I'm like three Chief Keef's, fuck up out my face, you ain't gang, gang, uh
Emancipation proclamation, slaves to the paper, mane
It's ironic the chain hang
Big rocks clashin' like JAY and Dame
'Bout to re' on the yay, R.I.P. Act, it's tequila today
Needless to say, I'm really a scientist
That's related to Drankenstein, it's alive!
Ha-ha-ha, Trap still jumpin', come up out my spotAll my life, I been on my grizzly
Got 12 on me, but I'm not Ja
Nig-, nigga, get it around on that side
Don Julio 70
This flow's grown in the Medellín
LA to Chi-Town; Pat Beverley, uh
Don Julio 70
I'm who your hoe messagin'
She get the baby shower, no registry, uh
Bang, bang, bang, Pops Witherspoon
Sold crack out my moms' living room
Up and down the track like an interlude
Still in the hood like an inner tube
Sneaker in this bitch
Women tennis shoe
Givenchy, Jimmy Choo
Yelling "Nigga, I said it!"
Cash on deck but niggas got credit
All my opps deaded, shotty prosthetic
Took my third leg all in her head
Off of them meds, no insurance
Now she gotta wait to see me
Get you some patience, sweetie
Like démonté, andalé
No te preocupes, we geekin', you won't need no chaser when drinkin' this
Don Julio 70
Hoes call me bae, no Chesapeake
Got blanco, got ebonies, uh
Don Julio 17
Nigga, don't you mean 70?
God damn, Soul, that's on me


[Outro: Ab-Soul & Fre$H]
I don't need nothing else to drink, the way I feel right now
Oh man, I'm 'bout to text my ex somethin' that I should never send
[?] you better leave!
Oh shit, I'm on my way out