Designer Drugz
Designer drugs I'm smoking the one
He think I'm lacking I'm toating a gun
Fat shit a scope and a drum
We keep spinning know they hoping we done
He try rob me must be joking he dumb
You ain't gone shoot it better not show me your gun
Got fifty with me that shit look like a bun
So much diddies that shit look like a ton
The opps dirty they be dressing like bums
Bout my bread you can't finesse for a crumb
In the morning I get dressed with the drum
My jugg just sent a text here I come
Before I walk out I look out the peephole
I'm paranoid I keep my hand on my gun
My girl mad I spent a band on my gun
What can I say I'm just a man from the slums
Street niggas understand where I'm coming from
If I get caught without it nigga I'm done
If he ain't got a badge I cannot run
If he want smoke the 223 hit his lung
Finessed fool finna take all his funds
Your bankroll skinny why I see ones
I ain't have it on me why did he run
My jugg beefing here I finally come
3g up he can buy what he want
And I keep one up so he can try if he want
No backdoor you gone die in the front
I'm bout to spark I'm just frying the blunt
Designer drugs I'm smoking the one
He think I'm lacking I'm toating a gun
Fat shit a scope and a drum
We keep spinning know they hoping we done
He try rob me must be joking he dumb
You ain't gone shoot it better not show me your gun
Got fifty with me that shit look like a bun
So much diddies that shit look like a ton
He think I'm lacking I'm toating a gun
Fat shit a scope and a drum
We keep spinning know they hoping we done
He try rob me must be joking he dumb
You ain't gone shoot it better not show me your gun
Got fifty with me that shit look like a bun
So much diddies that shit look like a ton
The opps dirty they be dressing like bums
Bout my bread you can't finesse for a crumb
In the morning I get dressed with the drum
My jugg just sent a text here I come
Before I walk out I look out the peephole
I'm paranoid I keep my hand on my gun
My girl mad I spent a band on my gun
What can I say I'm just a man from the slums
Street niggas understand where I'm coming from
If I get caught without it nigga I'm done
If he ain't got a badge I cannot run
If he want smoke the 223 hit his lung
Finessed fool finna take all his funds
Your bankroll skinny why I see ones
I ain't have it on me why did he run
My jugg beefing here I finally come
3g up he can buy what he want
And I keep one up so he can try if he want
No backdoor you gone die in the front
I'm bout to spark I'm just frying the blunt
Designer drugs I'm smoking the one
He think I'm lacking I'm toating a gun
Fat shit a scope and a drum
We keep spinning know they hoping we done
He try rob me must be joking he dumb
You ain't gone shoot it better not show me your gun
Got fifty with me that shit look like a bun
So much diddies that shit look like a ton
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Writer(s): Habib Yansaneh
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