"DRVG DEVLER GIRL" lyrics

Hydros and cocaine stashed in the muthafuckin' room
Steezed out, flexed up
What happened to you last night?
I made me some money
Oh yeah, that's nice, but all money ain't good money so how you make yours?
Well, Ronnie and Tricks came up to me last night and asked if I wanted to make some extra money
They said they knew some people giving a party at the Belmont, and they wanted some dancers, so I went
But I heard it wasn't no males there, it was just females
Yea, uh, so uh

Walk in your room
I'm like [?]
Ziplock bags, racks stashed through your mattress
Black mascara drippin' down yo' eyes like you crying from the hits that you took
Hello Kitty MacBook
Hydros and cocaine scent on your breath
And got like twenty five lighters on your top shelf
We can mob, we can cruise while you rolling up the blue
Got the sunroof back, with your girls in the back
Rolling up some green crack, hot box in the 'Lac
Pink lighter on your lap
Hoppin' out like black, like shit, what the fuck
Nails painted all black like a black strap
Gold choppa ring on your middle finger
Throwing up your middle finger
Drug dealer girl, you my drug dealer girl
Stoned in your own world
Bagging up that white girl
Gold bottoms on your teeth
Taking pictures in the street
Chinese food just to eat
Yeah, uh

It's cocaine residue
It's twenty five lighters
Drug dealer girl with me
All gleamed out, all black, mobbed out
Black nail polish, middle fingers up-
Yeah
Trapped out
It's cocaine residue
It's twenty five lighters
Drug dealer girl with me
All gleamed out, all black, mobbed out
Black nail polish, middle fingers up
Fuck

Cocaine residue on twenty dollar bills
You can ask gang, kush pack's hella trill
Late nights, hot box the whip, getting me out
Sitting in the dark, shade's on in your house
Right wrist tatted
You and your rad hoes doing LSD
Blowing trap money, living life, smoking tree
Hella stoned and alone, watching TV
Gold in the [?], black shades, fucking steez
We can mob out on a Zebra blowing trees
Walking on a dream, red eyes on the scene
Triple seven, twenty five lighters in the lean
Cuts in your jeans
Meet me at the river
Chinese food for dinner
Marijuana girl make a nigga fucking shiver
Eyes hella glossy, red heart tatted on your hand while you count bands
You the muhfuckin' queen, come and mob with a king
Dim lights, candles lit, sparking up some reefa
Communicate for hours about nothing, but we love it
Man, fuck it
You my drug dealer queen girl, straight thuggin'

Straight thuggin'
This marijuana man
All gleamed out steezed out
Fucking clean
Rocking hella gold
Never lost a soul
We can roll the fucking reefa, smoke blow
Look at that shit like that's, that's pure crystal right there
People, you know people fucking look at me like You know, this is the equivalent of like fuckin' 20 blunts
That happened to be the one thing that I don't like
It's like, I did at one point
I thought I didn't
But really I just, you know
Women suck dick for a month for this, and this is free for me
But, now its like, this is nothing to me
Remember a fleeting moment
Remember a fleeting moment, no
I got it but that's what sucks it's like, okay like I got it now
You know
Now what? Now I'm stuck and I always have it
Unless you didn't mean drugs
I wish I didn't
That's how much I pack in a bowl
There's another little nugget there that you can't even see
-Put my feelings aside