"Do For Drugs" lyrics
Yeah, I'm in here with my bro
Who? Styling, yeah, that's right, huh? Yeah
What? Huh?
Mama threw the D and I got K-Row with me
Bitches put it to my palm 'cause I be moving that Whitney
500 for a pound of sticky
Keep your head on a swivel, in the slums it get tricky
I got bitches in the front row waving, yelling "Pick me!"
5'6", but looking little, big me
From the Cypress Village, you would have thought I was Big Meech
14 with a mouth full of goatees
We got a lot of Indians, nigga, but I'm the chief
And I don't need no iron, I'm already creases
Schoolboy brick on me, Polo fleece
My climbing man sell that dope right out of my locker
Put a body on it, now I got to sell the chopper
I go hard in the paint like a motherfucking Waka Flocka
My climbing man got that dope in my locker
I go hard in the paint like a motherfucking Waka Flocka
What you want do?
Do for drugs
You tried everything
But you won't give it up
What you gonna do?
Do for drugs
You tried everything
You just won't give it up
Cooking in the kitchen, we got cakes in the oven
Cypress Village nigga got the game from my brother
Pumping and pumping, yeah, we be pumping like a plunger
Dope fiends finna take a 101
Bricks flying through the air, we call it a bungee jump
I'm coming with all cash and paying off all the suckas
They gonna look the other way when they see me serve a clucker
I be putting up points like I'm playing at the Ruckers
Shooter on the scooter like they blowing on the Hooters
Don't play with me, little nigga, boy, I have your ass neutered
Don't play with me, little nigga, boy, I have your ass neutered
What you want do?
Do for drugs
You tried everything
But you won't give it up
What you gonna do?
Do for drugs
You tried everything
You just won't give it up
It be the city lights
Bad bitches with the pretty smiles
I'm getting back to the money, I know it been a while
A troubled child always fresh when I'm stepping out
I should have put my gun out but I left it at
I'm saving grapes with the bitch on the Bay Bridge
I'm at the table with a whole bunch of made men
Addicted to the process, sworn in it
Ain't no nigga made me, baby, I was pouring in it
Forever mobbing, mobbing
Hustling and surviving
Tell me why these bitches is so conniving
I always tell the average nigga that they ain't high
So we about to corner store grinding, grinding
Out the window with my middle finger
What's love got to do with me and Tina?
Pull up with a duffel bag in a silver Beamer
Feeling like the nigga, I ain't never felt cleaner
Who? Styling, yeah, that's right, huh? Yeah
What? Huh?
Mama threw the D and I got K-Row with me
Bitches put it to my palm 'cause I be moving that Whitney
500 for a pound of sticky
Keep your head on a swivel, in the slums it get tricky
I got bitches in the front row waving, yelling "Pick me!"
5'6", but looking little, big me
From the Cypress Village, you would have thought I was Big Meech
14 with a mouth full of goatees
We got a lot of Indians, nigga, but I'm the chief
And I don't need no iron, I'm already creases
Schoolboy brick on me, Polo fleece
My climbing man sell that dope right out of my locker
Put a body on it, now I got to sell the chopper
I go hard in the paint like a motherfucking Waka Flocka
My climbing man got that dope in my locker
I go hard in the paint like a motherfucking Waka Flocka
What you want do?
Do for drugs
You tried everything
But you won't give it up
What you gonna do?
Do for drugs
You tried everything
You just won't give it up
Cooking in the kitchen, we got cakes in the oven
Cypress Village nigga got the game from my brother
Pumping and pumping, yeah, we be pumping like a plunger
Dope fiends finna take a 101
Bricks flying through the air, we call it a bungee jump
I'm coming with all cash and paying off all the suckas
They gonna look the other way when they see me serve a clucker
I be putting up points like I'm playing at the Ruckers
Shooter on the scooter like they blowing on the Hooters
Don't play with me, little nigga, boy, I have your ass neutered
Don't play with me, little nigga, boy, I have your ass neutered
What you want do?
Do for drugs
You tried everything
But you won't give it up
What you gonna do?
Do for drugs
You tried everything
You just won't give it up
It be the city lights
Bad bitches with the pretty smiles
I'm getting back to the money, I know it been a while
A troubled child always fresh when I'm stepping out
I should have put my gun out but I left it at
I'm saving grapes with the bitch on the Bay Bridge
I'm at the table with a whole bunch of made men
Addicted to the process, sworn in it
Ain't no nigga made me, baby, I was pouring in it
Forever mobbing, mobbing
Hustling and surviving
Tell me why these bitches is so conniving
I always tell the average nigga that they ain't high
So we about to corner store grinding, grinding
Out the window with my middle finger
What's love got to do with me and Tina?
Pull up with a duffel bag in a silver Beamer
Feeling like the nigga, I ain't never felt cleaner
