Drugs

Hold my drugs, Hold my drugs…
Bitch I’m going in…
Hold my drugs, Hold my drugs
Bitch I’m going in
These niggas ain’t your friends
These niggas ain’t your kin
They talking bout me, talking bout me
Talking bout the kid
I run up in your shit, then I had to regulate
I don’t even roll my weed, your bitch roll that shit for me
Mix the Fanta with the lean, call that shit Robitussin
And I keep a bad bitch, ain’t None Of Them ugly
Hold my drugs, Hold my drugs, bitch I’m going in
These niggas ain’t your friends, these niggas ain’t your kin
They talking bout me, talking bout me, talking bout the kid
I run up in your shit, then I had to regulate
Vintage Mob on sight, all we do is terminate
I had to regulate, I smoke that medicate
I mean that medical, y’all niggas federal
I’m way ahead of ya, put her schedule
Keep it professional
I don’t even count my money, have your ho count it for me
I don’t even roll my trees, have your bitch roll it for me
Deuce deuce hanging off the roof
Dolla be the truth, came through, nigga what it do?
Y’all niggas through