"Med10 (plxbzh7)" lyrics

Fuck, fuck
Fuck
Fuck goin' on?
Ayy, lil' brother, pass me that
Yah, yah, yah

Glad bag, bitch, you smokin' for real
Then I popped out that hotbox, out that four-door, we got strap
This that za' that take you to the top
Nigga might jump out the buildin'
Smoke this shit when I first wake up
I got the Glock when I first wake up
Regular drink, I mix it with drugs
Tryna come through and spin, we load up yo' truck
It's a one-way in, so you can't back up

I'm at the mini store, me and twin post up
Got this bih' from the gunman, this a ghost Glock
Give a fuck about your face card, fuck your profile
Me and twin touch too many drugs, we can't slow down
Find out the drop and we kickin' yo' door down
I got a hundred M's, I'm still the same guy
These niggas changed up soon as the fame come
I'm on these drugs right now, I can't think now
I'm on these drugs right now, I gotta shake back
I'm in the trap right now, where the paper at?
Smoke the blunt 'til this bih' roached
Strap in the trench, boy, this shit ain't no joke
Nigga blicked up, better watch how you approach
On these drugs bad, we just popped a fuckin' seal
Before the show, I smoke a zip
Racks bustin' out my drip
Nigga had plans, get popped for playin' 'round
Outside nigga just got gunned down
On that cup, gon' put me down
Lil' LAZER give no fuck 'bout nothin'

Glad bag, bitch, you smokin' for real
Then I popped out that hotbox, out that four-door, we got strap
This that za' that take you to the top
Nigga might jump out the buildin'
Smoke this shit when I first wake up
I got the Glock when I first wake up
Regular drink, I mix it with drugs
Tryna come through and spin, we load up yo' truck
It's a one-way in, so you can't back up

Fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Yah, yah, yah
Glad bag, bitch, you smokin' for real