You Got Em

[Intro] (T99, 少し強さを送ってくれ) Hol' up, hol' up [Verse 1] Marni bucket with the jacket to match Askin' bitches "Where the chemistry at?" C.O. trippin' when they visitin' max Takin' guns, we ain't givin' it back You ain't fuckin', no, return the gift back I done told bitches, this ain't a finesse Bro, you a killer, then say it with your chest Bro get to clutchin', he trippin' off X Bitch, you ain't nothin', ain't trippin' for sex I was so deep and I came on her chest Back-to-back sex, you know honey the best I can not ever wear Carti's again Count up a million, my hands was swole Why you so cocky? Your friends is hoes You got a Porsche, we ain't playin' with those Bitch, I'm the reason the trеnches home Shoot me a tеxt, ain't answer the phone The two-hundred minutes ain't lastin' long Hop in a group with the trenches phone I'm tryna see what the trenches on Got him a car again I told him to spin and spin and spin again That was an accident You need your lash esthetician bitch to get in I done move fast again I done brought the car all cash, I need tints He hit the perculator for the Percocets These niggas ain't my friends [Chorus] Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, hold up Like, hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, hold up Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em (Yeah) Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em (Yeah) [Verse 2] He off a muscle, relaxin' He know the customers got 'em, serve him, woah He like a certain reaction Why he be takin' them capsules? I'm like "Woah" I get a certain reaction I'm keepin' the murderers happy, I'm like "Woah" She know her ass is fatter She know how that surgery got her, I'm like "Woah" Pussy stinkin', she tryna blame her PH balance, I'm like "No" Two things ain't ever seen is one main hoppin' hoes, one go I'm a dog, gotta shake the paw, I'll fuck your friend, she won't know Why you be tellin' the business? But since you gon' tell, just tell 'em you be off the coke Plan B, she be eatin' pills, I done tricked her to takin', ain't fuckin' no more Brodie cup got lean still, if I take a pill, I'm drivin' the boat I was never into abusin' women, when I fuck from the back, I be grabbin' her throat Never believe what the blogs be talkin' about, you know we ain't duckin' the smoke Brodie a gremlin, he popped him a fake Percocet, his face hurt I'm in Miami, you think I'm the fake Durk, get hit in your face first I mix the purple and yellow together, I feel way better, a Laker I can't chase her, nah, I can't chase her [Chorus] Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, hold up Like, hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, hold up Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em (Yeah) Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em (Yeah)