Drugs Only (Remix)

[Chorus: Chill Will]

Nigga better not run up on me

Run up on me, run up on me

Run up on me, run up on me

Run up on me, run up on me

Or he gonna be a dead homie

Dead homie, dead homie

Dead homie, dead homie

Dead homie, dead homie

This spot is for drugs only

[Verse 1: Quavo]

Pulling up in a big wheelie

Cooking dope, just me and Chilly

Stuffing the bricks in the Bentley

I wrap it and send it to Philly

This a drug only area you trippin'

Phew, the pack gone missing missing

Gggraow, gggraow, the bullet gon' hit him

Young nigga young nigga we realer

I hang we with gorillas

My niggas dope dealers

You short with the guala?

Call Skippa Da Flippa

[Verse 2: Takeoff]

The coca that cola, I'm smoking a blunt

Like that purple come from Minnesota

The plug hit my Motorola

He talking bout shipping it over

Can't fold you gotta roll over

That's what them OG D told me

Me and Chill Will, popping the seal

Diamonds on chill, Forgi my wheel

Flipping the brick trying to get me a M

Trap spot, no Jay Z, J got that hard knock

Cameras on my [?] block

[Chorus: Chill Will]

This spot is for drugs only

Drugs only, drugs only

Drugs only, drugs only

Drugs only, drugs only

Got a whole lot of money on me

Money on me, money on me

Money on me, money on me

Money on me, money on me

Nigga better not run up on me

Run up on me, run up on me

Run up on me, run up on me

Run up on me, run up on me

Or he gonna be a dead homie

Dead homie, dead homie

Dead homie, dead homie

Dead homie, dead homie

This spot is for drugs only

[Verse 3: Chill Will]

I tell you right now

I don't really play bout that

You done went and made me mad

I tell you right now

A nigga can't tell me nothing

You ain't never sold me nothing

Count the money I'm sweatin' (Woo!)

10 squares I'm blessed

Your girl on my dick cause there's ice around my neck

This song is for thugs only, this house is for drugs only

This kitchen, no refrigerator

Just a stove in it with a pot on it

All this big money on me, now I gotta keep a gun on me

Niggas trying to run a trick play then they gonna have to bury homie

Short barrel, Gary Coleman, 81 bullets, Terrell Owens

I'm VIP, members only

Pulling these hoes like [?]

911, operator

New Jaguar, space invader

Let a nigga run, gonna get done up, trying to fuck up my come up

[Chorus: Chill Will]

This spot is for drugs only

Drugs only, drugs only

Drugs only, drugs only

Drugs only, drugs only

Got a whole lot of money on me

Money on me, money on me

Money on me, money on me

Money on me, money on me

Nigga better not run up on me

Run up on me, run up on me

Run up on me, run up on me

Run up on me, run up on me

Or he gonna be a dead homie

Dead homie, dead homie

Dead homie, dead homie

Dead homie, dead homie

This spot is for drugs only

[Verse 4: Dirty Dave]

I got one , got two parts, got three scales, and four shells

Got five bricks, six guns, [?]

Nine zones, got ten phones

[?] cross the end zone

All I gotta do is make one call

All of them things gone

What's up nigga?

Yo nigga nigga, I fuck with ya

[?] slick shit [?]

Got a hundred round drum, got a [?]

[?] wanna play, OK, let's get it

[?]

[?] snitching

[?] money [?]

20 bands in my pants, I spend it

[?]

I be getting money, who the fuck you kidding

[?] nigga I did it

Stay strapped, nigga I ain't slippin

In the trap with the packs [?]

Say you got a lick, my nigga let's get it

[?]

[Chorus: Chill Will]

Nigga better not run up on me

Run up on me, run up on me

Run up on me, run up on me

Run up on me, run up on me

Or he gonna be a dead homie

Dead homie, dead homie

Dead homie, dead homie

Dead homie, dead homie

This spot is for drugs only