Mod Dress

[Verse 1: Phlo Finister] Grab my hand boy don't be scared I got the drugs so stay right there You're sick as hell, your hot like fire All I wanna do is be your supplier Designer drugs, I got em all Baby tell me what you want I'll put you on I know you're fucked up your barely breathing now He on that coca cola classic never coming down [Hook] I don't got a friend I got stains on my mod dress He's laying on the floor his nose is bleeding out I don't got a friend I got stains on my mod dress He's laying on the floor his nose is bleeding out Stains on my mod dress, cause I got the coldest dope (x2) [Verse 2: Phlo Finister] I've been a bad girl, I've kissed the devils lips And now I'm guilty and I'm tripping off my innocence Chanel and coke, cigarette smoke The room is crowded and your eyes laying low Lets leave this place, wanna take you home Baby tell me what you want, I'll put you on I know you're fucked up barely breathing now He on that coca cola classic never coming down [Hook] [Verse 3: Robb Bank$] You love me, or you wanna take a sip Do you want a family or do you want this dick Shit bitch I got three Alprazolams and I take them all to the head And you gon' lie on your back Shut the fuck up while I'm pushing a little more in than the head Bitch I'm bout that bread straight bout my cash If I wasn't I probably couldn't afford yo ass And you think you so big even on your knees Not worried about them other hoes but you need to be Aye get your focus off me and hit your cheap ass weed That I laced with a pill of what kind I didn't tell Little nigga from the dale and I ain't going back to jail Riding round with 16's like your album didn't sell bitch [Hook]