Drug Addiction

[Intro]

Let’s go

[Chorus]

Yeah I got trap on command (On command)

Big racks, no rubber bands (Bands)

On these drugs, can’t land (Can’t land)

Dumb bricks, wrapped in Saran (Dumb bricks)

All white Molly, yeah tan (All white)

Eyes wide open, on my T (On God)

With the drugs [?] forrest

You snooze, you loose, I’m on the Molly (Let’s go)

I been focused since the party

I can’t talk, I got my [?]

Can’t put on this drip, it’s not on [?]

My bullets permanent, walkin’ with Sharpies

Bitches walkin’, hurry curries

I got real close to Stephen Curry

Cause all my Glocks, they hold a thirty, let’s go

[Verse 1]

Hood baby

Slatt Gotit gon’ hold this shit down (Slatt Gotit)

No help, I’m holdin’ lotta’ rounds (No help)

Hood babies walk around with hunnit rounds (Hood baby)

Real pink Molly, got it right now (Oh for real)

Gotta truck suited up, that’s a touch up (Let’s go)

No Master P, yeah I got the hook up (Un-un)

Talkin’ crazy, GPS got the lookup (Let’s do it)

Hood baby got the whole gang shook up (Oh ya)

Can’t stop till my hands touch a foreign (Skrt)

And that ain’t gonna take long

No love, my heart is torn

Can’t find no right from wrong (Let’s go)

I’m a lil shinin’ mufuckin’ kid (Shine)

Stand out the way, tryna do it big (For real)

I had a problem takin’ care of my kids (For real)

I got racks now, you ain’t gotta ask now (Facts)

Let the hoe get passed around, she a lil [?] down (Facts)

Stack the money up by the piles, I need a tractor

Hood baby rollin’ wild, can’t leave this chapter (Satt)

Let’s go

[Chorus]

Yeah I got trap on command (On command)

Big racks, no rubber bands (Bands)

On these drugs, can’t land (Can’t land)

Dumb bricks, wrapped in Saran (Dumb bricks)

All white Molly, yeah tan (All white)

Eyes wide open, on my T (On God)

With the drugs [?]

You snooze, you loose, I’m on the Molly (Let’s go)

I been focused since the party

I can’t talk, I got my [?]

Can’t put on this drip, it’s not on [?]

My bullets permanent, walkin’ with Sharpies

Bitches walkin’, hurry curries

I got real close to Stephen Curry

Cause all my Glocks, they hold a thirty, let’s go

[Verse 2]

Don’t discus business, with no fuckin’ rat (I know)

These niggas really hoes, put they trust in straps (They know)

I had to let y’all know, so I put it in a rap (Let’s go)

Ain’t burning’ myself for you [?]

Extra drank, gon’ make me collapse

Hood baby the gang, be true to yo’ dap

Just stay in yo’ lane, this shit right here first

Point to blame, but [?]

That bitch is ashamed, she only want racks

I’m back of the back, with no camera flash

All [?] seats, in the Hellcat

Maple butter seats, bring the bales back, let’s go

Young nigga hate on all

Why you hatin’? I’m gettin’ on go (On go)

This real gon’ always show (Gon’ show)

Dapper Dan on me fasho (Fasho)

That talk is cheap, you gotta show me

Let my Haitian babies come and hold you for weeks (Brrd)

Smokin’ on runts, provided by Rick

Welcome to drip school, I’m the teacher, let’s go

[Chorus]

Yeah I got trap on command (On command)

Big racks, no rubber bands (Bands)

On these drugs, can’t land (Can’t land)

Dumb bricks, wrapped in Saran (Dumb bricks)

All white Molly, yeah tan (All white)

Eyes wide open, on my T (On God)

With the drugs [?] Forrest

You snooze, you loose, I’m on the Molly (Let’s go)

I been focused since the party

I can’t talk, I got my [?]

Can’t put on this drip, it’s not on [?]

My bullets permanent, walkin’ with Sharpies

Bitches walkin’, hurry curries

I got real close to Stephen Curry

Cause all my Glocks, they hold a thirty, let’s go