"D.R.U.G.S" lyrics
(feat. YG)
D.R.U.G.S
Tire marks, tire marks
Ffinish line with the fire marks
When the relay starts
I'm a runaway slave-master
Shittin' on the past, gotta spit it like a pastor
After, bash her, did it like Doe, like Dasher
Faster-motorbike faster
Iggy gotta get a bitch, watch for my rapture
White bitch go, 'bout to blow like the wind
Penthouse too, roof top at the Wynn
When I win, when I win, I win
No, when I wit' 'em, they good like shin
Got hoes on call, got hoes on call
To come through, take a pro-to-call
Just damagin', that's my protocol
Dismantle ya, Australians on Slauson
No camera, I don't care who you are
No condom rap; gotta give it to you raw
Pitchfork point, better pass me the joint
Gotta twist this beat, I'ma sprain my joint
Straight crack rock, ball 'til I pop, pop
Pull my trigger, Rap City, no Tigga
Yeah, shorty do it illa', I'm raw, no Digga'
What's my motherfuckin' name? It's Iggy, not Jigga
Don't compare me to her, throw the bitch in the ditch
Ruff ruff ho, kill the bitch, I'm Vick
Sewed the game up, stapled up in a stitch
Click-click, pow, D.R.U.G.S. gang, my clique
Look at my heels, LV on it
Ignorant art, everybody on it
Everybody want it
666 got a three-car garage, driveway be The Omen
Boss like Cohen, hate me
Chordz [?] 3D, can't see me
Pockets better than a H3
I don't see you like mace-me, uh
D.R.U.G.-
-S.— click, oh, and we on, hater
On these hoes' hairs no activator
Whore's fucked up when he activate-her
'Cause I'm goin' out with my hand raised
'Bout to smack, smack, smack 'til my hand cave
On the bitch-made, honey, I'm paid
I'ma get laid, fuck your man cave
You act like ya real, be real, son
Kinda spaced-out, you bitches be duckin'
Better than your girl, than the best
Make the competition rest, unless it's sex, no less
I'ma fuck the whole game, I'm best
With my strap on, my vibrator
'Bout to bust a rhyme, no violator
Course no, I feel myself
I'm a masturbator
Like "Uh, uh, uh, uh, fuck me! Fuck me!"
Now I'm offbeat, my head hurts
I murk shit, I gets paper
Wash my mouth
I curse like a sailor, bitch!
It's YG 4-Hunnid!
Drug money, fuck with a nigga
Pushin' it like we up in this bitch! Ayy!
Iggy spitting, y'all bitches better get y'all bars up in this bitch
For real, though
F-For real, though, for real, though
I show y'all, mmm, snapping up
Man, what the fuck?
What the fuck is she doing on Slauson? Somebody tell me
What the fuck is she doing on Slauson?
Ha-ha!
Pussy flavor!
D.R.U.G.S!
Tire marks, tire marks
Ffinish line with the fire marks
When the relay starts
I'm a runaway slave-master
Shittin' on the past, gotta spit it like a pastor
After, bash her, did it like Doe, like Dasher
Faster-motorbike faster
Iggy gotta get a bitch, watch for my rapture
White bitch go, 'bout to blow like the wind
Penthouse too, roof top at the Wynn
When I win, when I win, I win
No, when I wit' 'em, they good like shin
Got hoes on call, got hoes on call
To come through, take a pro-to-call
Just damagin', that's my protocol
Dismantle ya, Australians on Slauson
No camera, I don't care who you are
No condom rap; gotta give it to you raw
Pitchfork point, better pass me the joint
Gotta twist this beat, I'ma sprain my joint
Straight crack rock, ball 'til I pop, pop
Pull my trigger, Rap City, no Tigga
Yeah, shorty do it illa', I'm raw, no Digga'
What's my motherfuckin' name? It's Iggy, not Jigga
Don't compare me to her, throw the bitch in the ditch
Ruff ruff ho, kill the bitch, I'm Vick
Sewed the game up, stapled up in a stitch
Click-click, pow, D.R.U.G.S. gang, my clique
Look at my heels, LV on it
Ignorant art, everybody on it
Everybody want it
666 got a three-car garage, driveway be The Omen
Boss like Cohen, hate me
Chordz [?] 3D, can't see me
Pockets better than a H3
I don't see you like mace-me, uh
D.R.U.G.-
-S.— click, oh, and we on, hater
On these hoes' hairs no activator
Whore's fucked up when he activate-her
'Cause I'm goin' out with my hand raised
'Bout to smack, smack, smack 'til my hand cave
On the bitch-made, honey, I'm paid
I'ma get laid, fuck your man cave
You act like ya real, be real, son
Kinda spaced-out, you bitches be duckin'
Better than your girl, than the best
Make the competition rest, unless it's sex, no less
I'ma fuck the whole game, I'm best
With my strap on, my vibrator
'Bout to bust a rhyme, no violator
Course no, I feel myself
I'm a masturbator
Like "Uh, uh, uh, uh, fuck me! Fuck me!"
Now I'm offbeat, my head hurts
I murk shit, I gets paper
Wash my mouth
I curse like a sailor, bitch!
It's YG 4-Hunnid!
Drug money, fuck with a nigga
Pushin' it like we up in this bitch! Ayy!
Iggy spitting, y'all bitches better get y'all bars up in this bitch
For real, though
F-For real, though, for real, though
I show y'all, mmm, snapping up
Man, what the fuck?
What the fuck is she doing on Slauson? Somebody tell me
What the fuck is she doing on Slauson?
Ha-ha!
Pussy flavor!
D.R.U.G.S!
