"Full Of Them Drugs" lyrics
Mama, mama
Wanna say I'm sorry
(Equinox made it)
Full of them drugs when I walk in the club
Nah, nigga, I ain't showin' no love
Don't want no peace, we want more blood
Sorry, mama, your son a thug
It is what it is and it was what it was
Told my shooter to chill, he a bug
We ain't wavin' no flags, we pull up wavin' guns
Got some shit in this car make you run
I'm smokin' exotic
Double G on my body, all of my clothes be expensive
You'll die if you try me
Keep me a shooter right by me, you know I keep me a pistol
Chopper got kick and it's makin' my body rock
Chopper hit him and it's makin' his body drop
Always outside, niggas know we pop out a lot
Guns in the club, shoot it out in the parkin' lot
White boy drunk, I done got too wasted
Shooter on lean, but he still gon' flame it
Really at war, tell my cousin stay dangerous
A lot on my mind and it's hard to explain it
Fours in the soda, I pour up and drank
Chasin' this money, I'm doin' it daily
Four shootouts a day, know my life kinda crazy
We spin on them first, we ain't doin' no waitin'
Gave my shooter the Drac', tell him bail out and spray
Lovin' my songs, when I'm gone, tell 'em play
Turn a opp to a day if a opp try to play me
Kill a opp for the free, you don't even gotta pay me
Stretchin' 'em first, all the opps wanna slay me
Been knew I was him, all the bops want a rate
See I'm gettin' that money, now she wanna date me
Find a way out my head, I been tryna escape it
Still in the field with my Glock, I'ma bang it
Kill a opp on his block, if they ask, I won't claim it
Ain't feel like myself, I been feelin' me changin'
Get the lo' on they spot, they gon' die where they hangin'
Used to be broke, that's the shit that had made me
Played in the PJ, a project baby
Murder for hire, the shit there paid me
Not too for from insane, but I'm way past crazy
Uh, oh, mama, mama
I just wanna say I'm sorry for all the crazy things that I put you through
Yeah, through
Fuck a four-door, I'll slide in the coupe
If it ever go down, while you run, I'll shoot
Only fuck with the real, the real niggas salute
'Fore I throw in my flag, I'll jump off a roof
Get in my feelings and pour me a deuce
Gon' kill all the opps, we ain't callin' no truce
My niggas gorillas, they straight out the zoo
Once it's up, then it's stuck, I'm lettin' 'em loose
Oh my, said it'll be alright, they lied
Spinnin' 'til the sun come up outside
Murder from the heart, don't ask me why
Shot my brother, that bitch gon' die
Lil' cousin shot, everybody gon' cry
Boog shot, then I shot, yeah, we hopped out firin'
Why my nigga ain't make it? Type shit on my mind
Tiy died by mistake, never pictured him dyin'
Go through a lot, feel we livin' in Hell
My daddy in Heaven, my brother in jail
Used to eyeball the work when I didn't have a scale
Used to sleep in the trap when I couldn't catch a sale
I'm throwin' shells, my cousin throw L's
Go down for a M, tell 'em show me my cell
Real street nigga, on go, I won't tell
Do a hundred for you, better send me some mail
My uncle a junkie, strung out on that dope
Free bro up the road, he doin' the jokes
Opps want me to die, heard the opps want my soul
Is they slidin' for real or for fake? I don't know
In the streets, can't lack, gotta stay with a pole
Beefin' since kids, gon' die when we old
Niggas jokin' 'bout death 'cause they lil' brother gone
I'm a gangster for real, not just in my songs
I'm a gangster for real, I'm a gangster for real, I'm a gangster for real
Knee-deep in that field, these niggas'll joke about me if they ever hear that I'm killed
Lame-ass niggas gon' fuck with a picture of me
Gettin' fresh for the hoes, so I'm changin' my clothes 'fore I go to the block 'cause I'm fresh off a drill
These niggas ain't ever met death
I don't know about them, I step
Shoot good from the three like Steph
Kill a nigga, won't breathe no breath
And I earned my stripes like a ref
Test me, I'ma pass that test
Lil' bro on point, on X
I don't even want the bitch, she pressed
Hahaha
Wanna say I'm sorry
(Equinox made it)
Full of them drugs when I walk in the club
Nah, nigga, I ain't showin' no love
Don't want no peace, we want more blood
Sorry, mama, your son a thug
It is what it is and it was what it was
Told my shooter to chill, he a bug
We ain't wavin' no flags, we pull up wavin' guns
Got some shit in this car make you run
I'm smokin' exotic
Double G on my body, all of my clothes be expensive
You'll die if you try me
Keep me a shooter right by me, you know I keep me a pistol
Chopper got kick and it's makin' my body rock
Chopper hit him and it's makin' his body drop
Always outside, niggas know we pop out a lot
Guns in the club, shoot it out in the parkin' lot
White boy drunk, I done got too wasted
Shooter on lean, but he still gon' flame it
Really at war, tell my cousin stay dangerous
A lot on my mind and it's hard to explain it
Fours in the soda, I pour up and drank
Chasin' this money, I'm doin' it daily
Four shootouts a day, know my life kinda crazy
We spin on them first, we ain't doin' no waitin'
Gave my shooter the Drac', tell him bail out and spray
Lovin' my songs, when I'm gone, tell 'em play
Turn a opp to a day if a opp try to play me
Kill a opp for the free, you don't even gotta pay me
Stretchin' 'em first, all the opps wanna slay me
Been knew I was him, all the bops want a rate
See I'm gettin' that money, now she wanna date me
Find a way out my head, I been tryna escape it
Still in the field with my Glock, I'ma bang it
Kill a opp on his block, if they ask, I won't claim it
Ain't feel like myself, I been feelin' me changin'
Get the lo' on they spot, they gon' die where they hangin'
Used to be broke, that's the shit that had made me
Played in the PJ, a project baby
Murder for hire, the shit there paid me
Not too for from insane, but I'm way past crazy
Uh, oh, mama, mama
I just wanna say I'm sorry for all the crazy things that I put you through
Yeah, through
Fuck a four-door, I'll slide in the coupe
If it ever go down, while you run, I'll shoot
Only fuck with the real, the real niggas salute
'Fore I throw in my flag, I'll jump off a roof
Get in my feelings and pour me a deuce
Gon' kill all the opps, we ain't callin' no truce
My niggas gorillas, they straight out the zoo
Once it's up, then it's stuck, I'm lettin' 'em loose
Oh my, said it'll be alright, they lied
Spinnin' 'til the sun come up outside
Murder from the heart, don't ask me why
Shot my brother, that bitch gon' die
Lil' cousin shot, everybody gon' cry
Boog shot, then I shot, yeah, we hopped out firin'
Why my nigga ain't make it? Type shit on my mind
Tiy died by mistake, never pictured him dyin'
Go through a lot, feel we livin' in Hell
My daddy in Heaven, my brother in jail
Used to eyeball the work when I didn't have a scale
Used to sleep in the trap when I couldn't catch a sale
I'm throwin' shells, my cousin throw L's
Go down for a M, tell 'em show me my cell
Real street nigga, on go, I won't tell
Do a hundred for you, better send me some mail
My uncle a junkie, strung out on that dope
Free bro up the road, he doin' the jokes
Opps want me to die, heard the opps want my soul
Is they slidin' for real or for fake? I don't know
In the streets, can't lack, gotta stay with a pole
Beefin' since kids, gon' die when we old
Niggas jokin' 'bout death 'cause they lil' brother gone
I'm a gangster for real, not just in my songs
I'm a gangster for real, I'm a gangster for real, I'm a gangster for real
Knee-deep in that field, these niggas'll joke about me if they ever hear that I'm killed
Lame-ass niggas gon' fuck with a picture of me
Gettin' fresh for the hoes, so I'm changin' my clothes 'fore I go to the block 'cause I'm fresh off a drill
These niggas ain't ever met death
I don't know about them, I step
Shoot good from the three like Steph
Kill a nigga, won't breathe no breath
And I earned my stripes like a ref
Test me, I'ma pass that test
Lil' bro on point, on X
I don't even want the bitch, she pressed
Hahaha
