I need my drugs, I need my love
Bitches pullin' up in here, suck us up
I'm in the tunko, baby, yeah, come show me love
I'm * with nobody,
lil' bitch,
I show you none
I ain't trustin' nobody,
lil' bitch,
I keep a gun
If a problem come up, you know I'm not gon' run
Feel like Osama murder us,
cause we blow up like a bomb
Roll him like a 50,
yeah,
then smoke him like a bomb
Baby,
I'm sorry,
man,
all day,
we just can't even rest,
all day,
I play
Baby, I'm sorry, man, baby,
I'm sorry, man
We got racks out,
we gon' shop it We get like this,
you wish the bitch would fly
It ain't been a day that I ain't been high,
bitch,
purse off,
sorry
Yeah,
they told me that they broke,
that's not my problem
Yeah,
you know he taste the game,
you know we poppin'
Yeah,
you don't got time to play with that sly puppy Yeah,
I told my bitch I knew I need a tupper,
bopper I pulled inside to slam my chopper up,
like a helicopter
Slide in the coupe,
she * the driveway Hop inside the mess,
she * the drywall,
up
Cuttin' hoes in the wall,
and fuckin' hoes in my drawers I don't feel the same at all,
I'm havin' prank ass set with drawers
Y'all know me like you say you did,
y'all know me not at all
You might catch me in the tents,
though,
cause it's drivin',
ridin' off
Yeah,
they try to show me they moves,
it turn they bitch,
it turn it off
And we pull up to the show,
we turn they city up a notch
I need my drugs,
I need my love Bitch,
you pullin' up in that,
suck us up
I'm in the tonko, baby, yeah, come show me love
I don't * with nobody,
lil' bitch,
I show you nothin'
I ain't trustin' nobody,
lil' bitch,
I keep a gun
If a problem come up,
you know I'm not gon' run I feel like Osama murder us,
cause we blow up like a bomb Roll em' like a feather,
yeah,
they smoke em' like a bomb
Baby,
I said,
man,
all day,
we just can't erase,
all day,
I play,
ooh,
ooh,
ooh,
baby,
I said,
man,
ooh,
ooh, baby,
I said, man
We
got rice,
I'll be goin' shopping We get like this,
you wish the bitch would pop it
It ain't been a day that I ain't been happy,
this purse I pop it
Yeah,
they told me that they broke,
that's not my problem
Yeah,
you know he taste the game,
you know we pop it
Yeah,
I ain't got time to play with that side pop it
Yeah,
I told my bitch I knew one need a tucker,
bop it
I pulled inside to slam my chocolate up that helicopter
Slide in the course,
we * the driveway Hop inside the mess,
we * the drywall
Fuckin' hoes in the wall,
and fuckin' hoes in my drums
I don't feel the same at all,
I'm havin' prank and sandwich