Designer Drugs
All blues & designer drugs on me can't feel my face
Broke nigga try be all up in my lane fuck out way
He fake mean mugging he think hard but that's not the case
Up the pole now he regret it he a little too late
Why they be mad at me for? im just worried bout this pape'
I think he mad cause his bitch all up in my face tryn get a taste
She said she fuck with the kid and all these other niggas be so lame
Just be yourself bro you know we could
never be the same
They thought we finna scrap but hell nah we ain't finna throw down
He got his homie mopped up not the way he thought it'd go down,
They kept woofin' on the net I fed em more rounds
Let the F&N sing cause I jus love the way the gun sound
He think he a big spender
Put a crumb on top his head watch him get put inside a blender
These niggas think they hard tryna slide and go live
I was silent creeping up on em that's the reason why he died
I'm stealthy wit the chop walk down his block and get to smacking
Glockie wit the switch and stick a have them niggas dancing
Modified attachments on my chop inspector gadget
Splashing from deep range like im Luka on the Mavericks
Big knots spilling out these amiris
I'm skrtn' in foreigns, im chasin chicken countin chilli
Niggas try do it like me end up looking silly
Niggas tryn' get close wit me but my bestfriend is benji
All blues & designer drugs on me can't feel my face
Broke nigga try be all up in my lane fuck out way
He fake mean mugging he think hard but that's not the case
Up the pole now he regret it he a little too late
Why they be mad at me for? im just worried bout this pape'
I think he mad cause his bitch all up in my face tryn get a taste
She said she fuck with the kid and all these other niggas be so lame
Just be yourself bro you know we could
never be the same
All blues & designer drugs on me can't feel my face
Broke nigga try be all up in my lane fuck out way
He fake mean mugging he think hard but that's not the case
Up the pole now he regret it he a little too late
Why they be mad at me for? im just worried bout this pape'
I think he mad cause his bitch all up in my face tryn get a taste
Broke nigga try be all up in my lane fuck out way
He fake mean mugging he think hard but that's not the case
Up the pole now he regret it he a little too late
Why they be mad at me for? im just worried bout this pape'
I think he mad cause his bitch all up in my face tryn get a taste
She said she fuck with the kid and all these other niggas be so lame
Just be yourself bro you know we could
never be the same
They thought we finna scrap but hell nah we ain't finna throw down
He got his homie mopped up not the way he thought it'd go down,
They kept woofin' on the net I fed em more rounds
Let the F&N sing cause I jus love the way the gun sound
He think he a big spender
Put a crumb on top his head watch him get put inside a blender
These niggas think they hard tryna slide and go live
I was silent creeping up on em that's the reason why he died
I'm stealthy wit the chop walk down his block and get to smacking
Glockie wit the switch and stick a have them niggas dancing
Modified attachments on my chop inspector gadget
Splashing from deep range like im Luka on the Mavericks
Big knots spilling out these amiris
I'm skrtn' in foreigns, im chasin chicken countin chilli
Niggas try do it like me end up looking silly
Niggas tryn' get close wit me but my bestfriend is benji
All blues & designer drugs on me can't feel my face
Broke nigga try be all up in my lane fuck out way
He fake mean mugging he think hard but that's not the case
Up the pole now he regret it he a little too late
Why they be mad at me for? im just worried bout this pape'
I think he mad cause his bitch all up in my face tryn get a taste
She said she fuck with the kid and all these other niggas be so lame
Just be yourself bro you know we could
never be the same
All blues & designer drugs on me can't feel my face
Broke nigga try be all up in my lane fuck out way
He fake mean mugging he think hard but that's not the case
Up the pole now he regret it he a little too late
Why they be mad at me for? im just worried bout this pape'
I think he mad cause his bitch all up in my face tryn get a taste
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Writer(s): Noah Armijo
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