Drug Thoughts 2
Off two perc 10s and a perc 30
Hit up my plug and I told him to hurry
Gotta backwood and a cup of that dirty
Ion sip no green just keep that shit away from me
Off this molly hop in love you gon speed race with me
Stain maestro in these streets I'm always takin things
All white bimmer what I drive just like them racist be
I don't gotta buy my own drugs she gon pay for me
Look at yo weed and the dirt it look the same to me
Yo weed and dirt look the same
But Ima still hit me a stain
I can't play no games
Hit the backwood one two times feel the kick in my chest and it burn like Liu Kang
Up the pole and he bolt like Usain
Say I smoke too much nigga you lame
Gotta brand new glock from the shop she gon burn all the opps fell in love with her new flame
Bitch I'm so tired of the fake ass rappers cappers and drug dealers
Got some niggas outta town they up in Pittsburgh bitch they stealers
Every single song y'all niggas fuckin drop that bitch in autotune
If they turned the autotune off y'all wouldn't know what to do
In that Honda Civic
Ridin round with pippen
Gotta keep that bitch on me Incase a nigga trippin
I shoot with precision
My gun don't gotta reload it
How the fuck you let yo bro in yo house and yo all gold chain was stolen
That's type of shit that make me send yo ass to hell
Pour up pink ina cup and I'm movin real slow just like Gary the snail
Was gon stop to get some booty that ship done already sailed
Gotta few of my homies locked up in jail and they even got no bail
Hit up my plug and I told him to hurry
Gotta backwood and a cup of that dirty
Ion sip no green just keep that shit away from me
Off this molly hop in love you gon speed race with me
Stain maestro in these streets I'm always takin things
All white bimmer what I drive just like them racist be
I don't gotta buy my own drugs she gon pay for me
Look at yo weed and the dirt it look the same to me
Yo weed and dirt look the same
But Ima still hit me a stain
I can't play no games
Hit the backwood one two times feel the kick in my chest and it burn like Liu Kang
Up the pole and he bolt like Usain
Say I smoke too much nigga you lame
Gotta brand new glock from the shop she gon burn all the opps fell in love with her new flame
Bitch I'm so tired of the fake ass rappers cappers and drug dealers
Got some niggas outta town they up in Pittsburgh bitch they stealers
Every single song y'all niggas fuckin drop that bitch in autotune
If they turned the autotune off y'all wouldn't know what to do
In that Honda Civic
Ridin round with pippen
Gotta keep that bitch on me Incase a nigga trippin
I shoot with precision
My gun don't gotta reload it
How the fuck you let yo bro in yo house and yo all gold chain was stolen
That's type of shit that make me send yo ass to hell
Pour up pink ina cup and I'm movin real slow just like Gary the snail
Was gon stop to get some booty that ship done already sailed
Gotta few of my homies locked up in jail and they even got no bail
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Writer(s): Yvng Aj & Playboi Ceno
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