"SAY NO TO DRUGS" lyrics
Damn, damn, damn
Hey, all I ever did was help motherfuckers out
Twelve minutes right before five, we sold another pound
Fifty-something bricks, cuz finna sell another house
You ain't got enough to buy a bed, wrestling with the couch
If I'm off the fanny pack, it's weapons in that pouch
His run was ordinary if you measuring the droughts
I'm just rolling out the boat, ain't measuring my stalks
I'm the type to tell the kids, "Say no to drugs"
Like, "Don't talk to strangers," like, "Say no to hood"
Whole time I'm finna go and pour a four of mud
All these millions how I end up with a stolen gun?
All these millions how I end up getting trailed by stolen whips?
The pint from Los Santos Customs get my soul to ten
Overdo the showboat, ain't got no showmanship
Currently, I'm seventy-seven percent loaded in
All he do is post, now I call him Homer Simp
Why so serious? I'm grinning on my Joker shit
Hop out the Sprinter with them racks like I'm Djokovic
The Glocky bisexual, boy, I'll smoke a bitch
Cudi move his island, I forgot the coke exists
We was stacking, treating SIM cards like poker chips
I poured the pint in Michigan, woke up on Boater Crest
How the fuck? Bitch got more bodies than a cemetery
So if you ever walk past her, just hold your breath
And if the button does jam, I'ma throw a left
Too alive like my twins, but I'm smoking death
Only up five going live, you should go to hell
Bust Christian McCaffrey with the pop, it's on Tony Snell
All this Waka turned the pop into the holy grail
Why the fuck you worried 'bout me, boy? You ain't no boy
Why the fuck you worried 'bout me, dude? You old as hell
It could be Mario Kart, they wouldn't throw a shell
I ain't have my hand out, so I don't know you help
I think I overdid the glitch and then it broke the zeal
Your mans crying for some noodles, sitting broke in jail
You ain't got nothing to throw on his bail? Damn
Sold him sauce, but that shit was stale, ham
Amiris cooling off, but these some pale pants (Damn)
They tend to live in the past when they present sucks
You know I'm trying Chip Postiette and a 7Up
Time to turn the road up like if Fenty trust
I ain't gotta do too much, I got the Wimby touch
That was more like 2017, I put the Fendi up
Don't get it twisted, this a thousand dollar Wendy's cup
This whole head sent me up, bitch, let me up
Go and get my name tatted, I don't do the friendly stuff
You need to get your weight up, boy, you don't bench enough
You don't press enough, boy, you don't spend enough
All that bullshit you blew is finally catching up
This a confirmation that you need to step it up
Going into war with us, you couldn't prep enough
Lil Fuzz quick to crash, my name a wreck or something
Out of all my granny grandkids, I'm the reckless one
But I'm the only one who can buy her expensive stuff
Them net worths be fake as hell, bitch, I make trill
Front yard look like a Dodge lot, might drive Tesla truck
SBSR, seven-seven, seven-two
Long glizzy gang, rip rich, TWHL shit, you hear the skits?
Hey, hey, bitch
Hey, all I ever did was help motherfuckers out
Twelve minutes right before five, we sold another pound
Fifty-something bricks, cuz finna sell another house
You ain't got enough to buy a bed, wrestling with the couch
If I'm off the fanny pack, it's weapons in that pouch
His run was ordinary if you measuring the droughts
I'm just rolling out the boat, ain't measuring my stalks
I'm the type to tell the kids, "Say no to drugs"
Like, "Don't talk to strangers," like, "Say no to hood"
Whole time I'm finna go and pour a four of mud
All these millions how I end up with a stolen gun?
All these millions how I end up getting trailed by stolen whips?
The pint from Los Santos Customs get my soul to ten
Overdo the showboat, ain't got no showmanship
Currently, I'm seventy-seven percent loaded in
All he do is post, now I call him Homer Simp
Why so serious? I'm grinning on my Joker shit
Hop out the Sprinter with them racks like I'm Djokovic
The Glocky bisexual, boy, I'll smoke a bitch
Cudi move his island, I forgot the coke exists
We was stacking, treating SIM cards like poker chips
I poured the pint in Michigan, woke up on Boater Crest
How the fuck? Bitch got more bodies than a cemetery
So if you ever walk past her, just hold your breath
And if the button does jam, I'ma throw a left
Too alive like my twins, but I'm smoking death
Only up five going live, you should go to hell
Bust Christian McCaffrey with the pop, it's on Tony Snell
All this Waka turned the pop into the holy grail
Why the fuck you worried 'bout me, boy? You ain't no boy
Why the fuck you worried 'bout me, dude? You old as hell
It could be Mario Kart, they wouldn't throw a shell
I ain't have my hand out, so I don't know you help
I think I overdid the glitch and then it broke the zeal
Your mans crying for some noodles, sitting broke in jail
You ain't got nothing to throw on his bail? Damn
Sold him sauce, but that shit was stale, ham
Amiris cooling off, but these some pale pants (Damn)
They tend to live in the past when they present sucks
You know I'm trying Chip Postiette and a 7Up
Time to turn the road up like if Fenty trust
I ain't gotta do too much, I got the Wimby touch
That was more like 2017, I put the Fendi up
Don't get it twisted, this a thousand dollar Wendy's cup
This whole head sent me up, bitch, let me up
Go and get my name tatted, I don't do the friendly stuff
You need to get your weight up, boy, you don't bench enough
You don't press enough, boy, you don't spend enough
All that bullshit you blew is finally catching up
This a confirmation that you need to step it up
Going into war with us, you couldn't prep enough
Lil Fuzz quick to crash, my name a wreck or something
Out of all my granny grandkids, I'm the reckless one
But I'm the only one who can buy her expensive stuff
Them net worths be fake as hell, bitch, I make trill
Front yard look like a Dodge lot, might drive Tesla truck
SBSR, seven-seven, seven-two
Long glizzy gang, rip rich, TWHL shit, you hear the skits?
Hey, hey, bitch
