Drugs

[Intro] Hold my drugs,Hold my drugs... Bitch I'm going in... [Hook x2] Hold my drugs, Hold my drugs Bitch I'm going in These niggas ain't your friends These niggas ain't your kin They talking bout me, talking bout me Talking bout the kid I run up in your shit, then I had to regulate [Verse 1] I don't even roll my weed, your bitch roll that shit for me Mix the Fanta with the lean, call that shit Robitussin And I keep a bad bitch, ain't None Of Them ugly Hold my drugs, Hold my drugs, bitch I'm going in These niggas ain't your friends, these niggas ain't your kin They talking bout me, talking bout me, talking bout the kid I run up in your shit, then I had to regulate Vintage Mob on sight, all we do is terminate [Hook x2] [Verse 2] I had to regulate, I smoke that medicate I mean that medical, y'all niggas federal I'm way ahead of ya, put her schedule Keep it professional I don't even count my money, have your ho count it for me I don't even roll my trees, have your bitch roll it for me Deuce deuce hanging off the roof Dolla be the truth, came through, nigga what it do? Y'all niggas through [Hook x2]