F.O.D (Full of Drugs)
Dope Tomorrow
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All off in yo kick back feet kicked up Which one of you hoes down for that dick suck? Niggas off in that trap breakin' them bricks up Law all on they ass ain't tryna get picked up Makin' that money mo money mo money mo money mo money These bitches they foreign They shakin' they takin' they makin' that money Niggas they fakin' They hatin' they plottin' to take that shit from me They thinkin' I'm Martin I'm Malcolm by any means niggas ain't takin' shit from me My bitches is bad They dark they yellow they Asian they horny You niggas is mad You lame you bum you rich and you corny Actin accordingly on Act you act you actin so boring Yo bitch is annoying Shut yo hoe up real niggas recording Lookin thru DMs I don't think none of these fuckers important You all in yo feelings You mad at all of the planes that I'm boarding I'm drunk and I'm gorgeous My niggas is high we fly and we soaring Just wait til we tourin' All in her mouth her tongue out like Jordan Pull up to the money like what hat'n Swervin' lane to lane thru da traffic I just I just I just want the stash and a bad bitch Buss it from the back and make it nasty I be I be Runnin' hella game like an athlete Drinkin' out the bottle on the passy I just I just Wanna slide this dollar down her ass cheeks Hide a dirty pistol in the backseat I'm full of drugs Pull up to the money like what hat'n Swervin' lane to lane thru da traffic I just I just I just want the stash and a bad bitch Buss it from the back and make it nasty I be I be Runnin' hella game like an athlete Drinkin' out the bottle on the passy I just I just Wanna slide this dollar down her ass cheeks Hide a dirty pistol in the backseat I'm full of drugs I just wanna sit on top of mountain like I'm royalty I just wanna show up in the spot and you not notice me I just want a super bad bitch to come and fondle me Blow a fuckin hunnid milli cash and it not humble me Listen to the realest nigga in it you already know Still bumpin' Thug Motivation fo I hit the door Still tryna come up on a juug run up a check and go My niggas blowin' gas like they robbed a fuckin Texaco All of my bitches be poppin' All of yo bitches some options I see all you haters is watchin I'm sorry I'm being obnoxious All off in the mall walkin' through with these big bags Aahh Yule and I'm jockin' on yo bitch ass Far westside yeah I'm over there by Six Flags Plottin' on the money and the power like a new jack Pussy pop for a trill nigga girl do that Chop God screw that all my niggas hollin' true dat Saucin' Pull up to the money like what hat'n Swervin' lane to lane thru da traffic I just I just I just want the stash and a bad bitch Buss it from the back and make it nasty I be I be Runnin' hella game like an athlete Drinkin' out the bottle on the passy I just I just Wanna slide this dollar down her ass cheeks Hide a dirty pistol in the backseat I'm full of drugs Yeahhhh
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