"USA Drugs" lyrics
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Let me see the lighter, let me see the lighter
Let me see the fucking lighter
Give me my doodoo turd
I'm talking about my blunt, my big blunt
Nigga stuffed it, look like a turd
Geeked up, nigga slurring his word
Little fish, I feed him a worm
Been fuckin', I been givin' out sperm
Give your house a observation
Before I do the lick, I do a hypothesis
Guns in my hood, a raffle ticket
Boy, yo' blick be a fundraiser
Shoot in him his torso, hit at his neighbor
You might need him, you better lock in with your neighbor
I was walkin' with my Glock, you watching cable
Hole in his drip, it drip like a bagel
Never have a gun that jam on me, never
You drop a gun, your hands like butter
Flabbergasted on a lick, you stutter
My lil partner find a blick, another
Crazy as hell, his head in the gutter
He spooked, he wanna join a gang with the others
Nigga sleep in the hotbox, kick him out
Try to pass him the blunt, but he knocked out
I be smoking, got the box boxxed out
Try to box me in, but I get out
Fuck the bitch, then I lock the bitch out
Sell a dummy stick, took the clip out
Nigga ask me for my light, you ain't stealing mine
I got my eyes on my lighter
Give me my lighter back, seen you 'fore I fyed up
Don't even put it in your pocket, ya' shy
Oh, I forgot that was your lighter
I be stealing too much, I done forgot
Having whips, we can bring this shit out
A bag of money, we gon' take your ass down
Pull out your purse, we snatching yo' bookbag
Nigga don't know how they gon' eat today, they look mad
I was fucked up, had to shook back
Cross him off the play, me and lil' twin took that
Jump back in my whip, you sit back
.40 cal, it's big as fuck
You gon' get tortured, or you better duck
Terrorize this shit, whenever I touch down
You ain't in the trench, nigga stop lyin'
Big .40 before I had a fucking 9
My first gun was .40 cal, I went down
When I shoot the Drac', I gotta jump 'round
Japanese in my face, I look high
I bet the bitch pick up pace, when we get behind
Nigga think 'cause I'm hot, I'm coolin' down
Fuck nigga stop playin', we spin this time
Let me see the lighter, let me see the lighter
Let me see the fucking lighter
Give me my doodoo turd
I'm talking about my blunt, my big blunt
Nigga stuffed it, look like a turd
Geeked up, nigga slurring his word
Little fish, I feed him a worm
Been fuckin', I been givin' out sperm
Give your house a observation
Before I do the lick, I do a hypothesis
Guns in my hood, a raffle ticket
Boy, yo' blick be a fundraiser
Shoot in him his torso, hit at his neighbor
You might need him, you better lock in with your neighbor
I was walkin' with my Glock, you watching cable
Hole in his drip, it drip like a bagel
Never have a gun that jam on me, never
You drop a gun, your hands like butter
Flabbergasted on a lick, you stutter
My lil partner find a blick, another
Crazy as hell, his head in the gutter
He spooked, he wanna join a gang with the others
Nigga sleep in the hotbox, kick him out
Try to pass him the blunt, but he knocked out
I be smoking, got the box boxxed out
Try to box me in, but I get out
Fuck the bitch, then I lock the bitch out
Sell a dummy stick, took the clip out
Nigga ask me for my light, you ain't stealing mine
I got my eyes on my lighter
Give me my lighter back, seen you 'fore I fyed up
Don't even put it in your pocket, ya' shy
Oh, I forgot that was your lighter
I be stealing too much, I done forgot
Having whips, we can bring this shit out
A bag of money, we gon' take your ass down
Pull out your purse, we snatching yo' bookbag
Nigga don't know how they gon' eat today, they look mad
I was fucked up, had to shook back
Cross him off the play, me and lil' twin took that
Jump back in my whip, you sit back
.40 cal, it's big as fuck
You gon' get tortured, or you better duck
Terrorize this shit, whenever I touch down
You ain't in the trench, nigga stop lyin'
Big .40 before I had a fucking 9
My first gun was .40 cal, I went down
When I shoot the Drac', I gotta jump 'round
Japanese in my face, I look high
I bet the bitch pick up pace, when we get behind
Nigga think 'cause I'm hot, I'm coolin' down
Fuck nigga stop playin', we spin this time
Writer(s): Devokeyous Hamilton
