Lyrics:
it just the drugs
Yea bout to go to Alaska and fuck up the club
Saks fifth black bitch looking like a actress
Don’t be a pretty broke bitch
I ain't thinkin' that I ain't gon' feel it, yeah (feel it)
All these drugs hit right in my system (hey, no way)
Yeah, I just put the matte black by
Zip up in my car, she ask what if we get pulled over with it
Never cared about that shit, they just gon' have to come and get me
Ridin' with lil ma,
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
cant get into that
Just know I'm finna snap
Lil hoe I'm taking off
I been a sausy ass n*gga
No I can make it up
This new life taught me lot n*gga
About
you got a rope to hang yourself
I rob for self, from Brooklyn, where else
Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop
Not even Lois Lnae could get
to make a movie ho
I take my new bitch to the mall
Me and my new bitch yeah we ball
Said we be all up in Neimans and shit
I be on the cleanest of shit
Hol'
into my cereal
Cannot infect my shit talkin bout murder and drugs my bars antibacterial
I came in with new material
Kill the game so much that I reached
to manager and rob the hoes
You never know what I'm gonna do next like a lava lamp
Pull out the pockets on the damn dada pants
Ridin in a throwed lil car
Mo’ said he want that pimpin shit
Hoes on the block and they sucking dick
Anything for that crack rock
Niggas rob you for that stash spot
Drugs deals
lookin' so you know she finna choose up
When I'm in my zone lil nigga I dont do drugs
Watch a nigga win with nobody's help
Imma love you girl nobody else
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
Up all week cuz my drugs is gone
Stuff my cheek cuz my buzz is gone
I can't love no more
Cuz my soul is gone
Please don't wait
Cuz I'm cold and gone
out the room lil nigga move
She want to fuck to my song
She feeling the groove
Told that hoe to roll up it get me on the mood
I love the drugs, I don't
(What up, Foster?)
Ayy
Sometimes, I get by myself and get to overthinkin' shit
Like where my bitch be at whenever we ain't kickin' it?
When
No O2 baby girl I need a breather
Back to the top, boy I upped my swagger
She a lil freaky, boy that don't matter
Drugs in the morning
Cigarettes for
And I got Celine baby (Celine yeah uh)
Yeah, brand new blings baby
(Huh yeah, slatt slatt)
With my team, baby (yeah, yeah uh slatt)
I'm with the team
boo
Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
14 years later going
the projects
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard some niggas was tryna rob me
Please don't make me
more getting high at night in alley way
Thanks for listening to Franks lil drug story
And lesson learned drugs ain't worth it they will make you frail
up you gotta live yo life by the gun
But it is what it is and it's gone come how it come
Bad news
Hate to let my family know the bad news
Cause when
and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital"
Preacher, preacher, fifth grade teacher
You can't reach me, my mom
and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital"
Preacher, preacher, fifth grade teacher
You can't reach me, my mom
Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin
Lil' blood got
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