Designer Drugs
You know I'm smoking dope in the booth
Few thousand on my neck right Na
Bag in my pocket, bitch
Big Jefe, bitch
Look
I'm really in the field where it's gorillas, rats, & roaches
Know I'm really tryna do this music shit but I can't focus
Cause I rather spend a bag & tell em bust his shit wide open
But his brother told me chill & shid I would but it's in motion
YOU KNOW ITS JEFE BITCH
Type of nigga spend a bag, spend a bin, get it back or getting back either I'm with whatever
Any hood you know I'm clutching bad with diamonds cross my sweater
With some niggas who be getting birds, you know we flock together
Like some niggas who whip rock together
But me I'm pressing all these blues like a blood, cuz come & get this plot together
I'm the type to hit a nigga hood & keep the prices better
Like a priest touching boy in UPT, you know I'm hot forever
Big ole Ruger in my denim loaded, Ima use it
Really had a come up off that fenty & them drug abusers
I'm from the boot it's Call of Duty, either shooting or you booted
So it's 50 in this drum you lose yo brains playing stupid
Nigga you is not built & you broke, why is you living?
In the field $600 cleats I'm looking like a ticket
Round some niggas who got choppas & bout murder cause they wicked
Really rapping what I live & you JUST rap the real difference
You be rapping about Neimans but I'm in that bitch copping
I just spent $200 on some socks to match my fucking boxers
Don't hit my phone with allat shit if you know you ain't shopping
Nigga you can get a bag of die broke, bitch you got options
Where my chop?
Soon as I find it where the Doc?
You ain't gone out run a motherfucking dolla
I can meet the bitch right now I bet I pop her
I don't give one motherfuck what you done copped her
I'm sauce dripping, making calls to off niggas
Ima boss nigga, take a number you wanna talk nigga
Couple got away but best believe I caught niggas
My allergies be acting up around these soft niggas
It's a big in the seat I can't ignore traffic
& I'm get that food to you like I'm door dashing
Boys flicked me I was riding with that pole ashing
I'll never answer questions that them hoes asking
Big R, not no little nigga in this shit
I love yo bitch, put a lil nigga in that bitch
Go to the store, you a lil nigga thru this bitch
Buzz Lightyear, I got the woody in this bitch
BOP, GRRAT
Thats that choppa with that auto switch
I'm shooting metal jackets cause it's jamming with the hollow tips
If I say it's up then Ima bust, bitch I don't politic
These niggas think they popping, you get popped bitch you ain't popping SHIT
Nigga you is not built & you broke, why is you living?
In the field $600 cleats I'm looking like a ticket
Round some niggas who got choppas & bout murder cause they wicked
Really rapping what I live & you JUST rap the real difference
You be rapping about Neimans but I'm in that bitch copping
I just spent $200 on some socks to match my fucking boxers
Don't hit my phone with allat shit if you know you ain't shopping
Nigga you can get a bag of die broke, bitch you got options
LET'S GET A BAG!
THIS OTS YEAR BITCH ASS LIL BOYS!
Few thousand on my neck right Na
Bag in my pocket, bitch
Big Jefe, bitch
Look
I'm really in the field where it's gorillas, rats, & roaches
Know I'm really tryna do this music shit but I can't focus
Cause I rather spend a bag & tell em bust his shit wide open
But his brother told me chill & shid I would but it's in motion
YOU KNOW ITS JEFE BITCH
Type of nigga spend a bag, spend a bin, get it back or getting back either I'm with whatever
Any hood you know I'm clutching bad with diamonds cross my sweater
With some niggas who be getting birds, you know we flock together
Like some niggas who whip rock together
But me I'm pressing all these blues like a blood, cuz come & get this plot together
I'm the type to hit a nigga hood & keep the prices better
Like a priest touching boy in UPT, you know I'm hot forever
Big ole Ruger in my denim loaded, Ima use it
Really had a come up off that fenty & them drug abusers
I'm from the boot it's Call of Duty, either shooting or you booted
So it's 50 in this drum you lose yo brains playing stupid
Nigga you is not built & you broke, why is you living?
In the field $600 cleats I'm looking like a ticket
Round some niggas who got choppas & bout murder cause they wicked
Really rapping what I live & you JUST rap the real difference
You be rapping about Neimans but I'm in that bitch copping
I just spent $200 on some socks to match my fucking boxers
Don't hit my phone with allat shit if you know you ain't shopping
Nigga you can get a bag of die broke, bitch you got options
Where my chop?
Soon as I find it where the Doc?
You ain't gone out run a motherfucking dolla
I can meet the bitch right now I bet I pop her
I don't give one motherfuck what you done copped her
I'm sauce dripping, making calls to off niggas
Ima boss nigga, take a number you wanna talk nigga
Couple got away but best believe I caught niggas
My allergies be acting up around these soft niggas
It's a big in the seat I can't ignore traffic
& I'm get that food to you like I'm door dashing
Boys flicked me I was riding with that pole ashing
I'll never answer questions that them hoes asking
Big R, not no little nigga in this shit
I love yo bitch, put a lil nigga in that bitch
Go to the store, you a lil nigga thru this bitch
Buzz Lightyear, I got the woody in this bitch
BOP, GRRAT
Thats that choppa with that auto switch
I'm shooting metal jackets cause it's jamming with the hollow tips
If I say it's up then Ima bust, bitch I don't politic
These niggas think they popping, you get popped bitch you ain't popping SHIT
Nigga you is not built & you broke, why is you living?
In the field $600 cleats I'm looking like a ticket
Round some niggas who got choppas & bout murder cause they wicked
Really rapping what I live & you JUST rap the real difference
You be rapping about Neimans but I'm in that bitch copping
I just spent $200 on some socks to match my fucking boxers
Don't hit my phone with allat shit if you know you ain't shopping
Nigga you can get a bag of die broke, bitch you got options
LET'S GET A BAG!
THIS OTS YEAR BITCH ASS LIL BOYS!
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Writer(s): Malik Guidry
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