I'm full of drugs and I'm still turnt up, nigga
I'm full of drugs and I'm still turnt up, nigga
Oh, yeah, look
Big bank roll in my pocket
Ok let's go
Totting on 2-2-3's, with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I get hella hoes
Then had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't even chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone
Ain't talkin' no money, man I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he bet not stop,
Spendin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walking with hunnid stacks, the drum it hold a hoe a hunnid, yeah
He took that blink straight out his pants and top,
Ain't gave that boy no passi, put that bitch right on his ass
I say murder we gon' the blow the curb up
I'm talkin' to the point wherе they can't serve nothin'
I say thеy all deceased whenever that we swerve on
You better be on point, we pull up shootin', tryna murk something
One body, two body, three body, four,
Five bodies, now we knockin' at your door
Been in the 'raq for 'bout a month, these niggas hoes
Straight down with them poles
Bending curves with my lit bros
Out at night, get your life stole
Harbor freight, don't use no stove
Hold the shit then get it sold
Face the bitch, he break code
I talk that Tar & Ferry, fuck that nigga I could make my own
We call Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it loose your dome
I got niggas servin' for me now, my baby mamas used to fuck
That spot you known them niggas for to
Be at, I'm the reason they ain't there
I'm the founder of the killings season, every month I pay that fair
Nigga know I'm in that car,
Most time I'm tryna see if they here, bitch
Big bank roll in my pocket
Ok let's go
Totting on 2-2-3's, with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I get hella hoes
Then had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't even chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone
Ain't talkin' no money, man I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he bet not stop,
Spendin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walking with hunnid stacks, the drum it hold a hoe a hunnid, yeah
He took that blink straight out his pants and top,
Ain't gave that boy no passi, put that bitch right on his ass
Do she love me or do she love me not?
I don't know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO
I'm like is I gon' kill him or is he gon' kill me?
But fuck I think jinx myself 'cause I just ran out of leaves
Man look I'm doped up and I'm fucked
Up, fuck that pussy nigga, know them
Jiggas got dope inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga
Since I was eighteen on, who made me?
I ain't got two months without a nigga killing me a nigga
Let them niggas talk that shit for
Insta, and God I tell you I'm a bloody nigga
Two ubooks, I split between two niggas
And get it back
Officer when yout talk 'bout selling
Drugs, I sell verses, you mean crack
'Cause that's the only I got, I serve that shit there back to back
Y'all paint me like I'm made of violence
Any case on Mereffere to shooting back
They can't pin point who I whacked
Bring you bitches out like back to back
Make 'em come and draw a charc (Who next?)
I want another hat like mother, fuck that
I tell my twin you better not motherfuckin' touch that
Every time we see you up that
Bitch you know, gettin' bust at
Big bank roll in my pocket
Ok let's go
Totting on 2-2-3's, with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I get hella hoes
Then had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't even chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone
Ain't talkin' no money, man I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he bet not stop,
Spendin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walking with hunnid stacks, the drum it hold a hoe a hunnid, yeah
He took that blink straight out his pants and top,
Ain't gave that boy no passi, put that bitch right on his ass
(Drell On The Track)
(God damn BJ went [?])
