"Designer Drugs" lyrics
Nicholas Craven & Boldy James Lyrics
It's the Jack guy
Yeah
Big city, small China, started as small-timers
Scared to dwell on my past, I got Alzheimers
Totin' my .30, me and girlie pullin' all-nighters
She made me wish I never met her on my Carl Thomas
Droppin' pints of red, poppin' bars for the healin'
But now we pull up Cullinan, stars in the ceilin'
Ten thou reverse, it got me turnt up like the power-steerin'
She still ain't talkin' 'bout no money, must be hard at hearin'
Laid out the blueprint, how to run up them blue strips
Remember Mach said, "If the blow take a three, then that's goo shit"
Come through and flood your time with blues on some Wu shit
Sometimes I do 'em in the city for the two-six
Glock .23, extended .22 clip
Big money, heavy weight, skinny as a toothpick
But now we pour exotic pops and burn the finest crud
Sip lines of mud, that's all we know, it's designer drugs
That's all we smoke, that's all we pour, it's designer drugs
Can catch me somewhere on the West Coast tryna find a plug
We'll get it off the boat, that's all we want, it's designer drugs
That's all we want, that's all we know, it's them designer drugs
Tapped in with Calico, I really landslide with thugs
I ain't your Average Joe, my killers'll shut down your hood
Brodie'll wig out and shoot up the whole entire club
Who want smoke with us? They know that we some damn firebugs
Tired of explaining to my ho that this been how I was
Before I met you so don't say it if it's outta love
She know I got that glow, she know I got a lotta love
The love I got for bro, this ain't that same kinda love
Ballin' outta control, can damn near buy the club
All of the money on the globe and still can't buy you love
I got love for all of my locs, most of my family Bloods
He always thought he was gon' blow, his landmine a dud
Take it apart, put it back right together how it was
Make a couple dollars, bitches say you goin' Hollywood
Real hustler, I can sell a vampire blood
Stepped on it in Prada, now they callin' it designer drugs
That's all we smoke, that's all we pour, it's designer drugs
Can catch me somewhere on the West Coast tryna find a plug
We'll get it off the boat, that's all we want, it's designer drugs
That's all we want, that's all we know, it's them designer drugs
Yeah
Big city, small China, started as small-timers
Scared to dwell on my past, I got Alzheimers
Totin' my .30, me and girlie pullin' all-nighters
She made me wish I never met her on my Carl Thomas
Droppin' pints of red, poppin' bars for the healin'
But now we pull up Cullinan, stars in the ceilin'
Ten thou reverse, it got me turnt up like the power-steerin'
She still ain't talkin' 'bout no money, must be hard at hearin'
Laid out the blueprint, how to run up them blue strips
Remember Mach said, "If the blow take a three, then that's goo shit"
Come through and flood your time with blues on some Wu shit
Sometimes I do 'em in the city for the two-six
Glock .23, extended .22 clip
Big money, heavy weight, skinny as a toothpick
But now we pour exotic pops and burn the finest crud
Sip lines of mud, that's all we know, it's designer drugs
That's all we smoke, that's all we pour, it's designer drugs
Can catch me somewhere on the West Coast tryna find a plug
We'll get it off the boat, that's all we want, it's designer drugs
That's all we want, that's all we know, it's them designer drugs
Tapped in with Calico, I really landslide with thugs
I ain't your Average Joe, my killers'll shut down your hood
Brodie'll wig out and shoot up the whole entire club
Who want smoke with us? They know that we some damn firebugs
Tired of explaining to my ho that this been how I was
Before I met you so don't say it if it's outta love
She know I got that glow, she know I got a lotta love
The love I got for bro, this ain't that same kinda love
Ballin' outta control, can damn near buy the club
All of the money on the globe and still can't buy you love
I got love for all of my locs, most of my family Bloods
He always thought he was gon' blow, his landmine a dud
Take it apart, put it back right together how it was
Make a couple dollars, bitches say you goin' Hollywood
Real hustler, I can sell a vampire blood
Stepped on it in Prada, now they callin' it designer drugs
That's all we smoke, that's all we pour, it's designer drugs
Can catch me somewhere on the West Coast tryna find a plug
We'll get it off the boat, that's all we want, it's designer drugs
That's all we want, that's all we know, it's them designer drugs
