Key Glock – No Cap Lyrics

[Intro]
The f**k?
Lame, the f**k is wrong with you cap ass niggas?
C-A-P
Old rappin’ ass nigga
Ain’t no cap in my rap, you dig
On God

[Verse]
Ain’t no cap in my rap, hottest youngin in my city
I got racks just like tennis, tennis chains on my pendant, oh
Ever since a lil one I’ve been gettin’ it, no pretending
Just a bad boy like Diddy, yeah you know a nigga with it
I ran up them commas and bought a Benz for my mama
I trapped them grams out my gram’s, you can go and ask my cousin
Came from playin’ in the sand, now I’m playin’ with them hundreds
I’m just saying I was thuggin’, now I’m hotter than the oven
Had a .38 snub nose, Scottie Pippen
And I took that bitch to school, never got caught with it
I gave it to my nigga, then I went and bought a semi
Yeah I’m damn near up a milli and I just turned 20
I’m just ridin’ with these hundreds, yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout guns and money
Shootin’ like I’m Tony, show me my opponent
I keep that forty on me, yeah you know that I ain’t lonely
I keep that forty on me, yeah you know that I ain’t goin’
And I hope God with you nigga, if you run up on me
Just a young nigga trigger happy, I can’t wait to blow it
Better slow your roll, you know I let it go
Choppers with me, tote, Aaliyah, Rock the Boat
And my pockets swole, stuff my pants with dough, yeah
I’m rockin’ all this gold, yeah, it came from rockin’ shows
Goddamn Glock, why you drip like that?
‘Cause I ain’t never have shit so I flex with these racks
Bitch I came from pushin’ packs, now all my shows is packed
Yeah I still got them sacks, might go f**k off in Saks, yeah
Young nigga hard, bitch, all I spit is crack
Watch me hit a home run bitch, ’cause I’m next at bat
And I tell your baby mom suck it just like DX
‘Cause I’m a nigga with a lot, you see this shit on my neck

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
No cap in my rap (no cap)
No cap in my rap (no cap)
Yeah

Uncle Murda – We Outside Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Nico
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
The whole gang outside with it
Haha, woah

[Chorus]
The whole gang outside with it (The whole gang outside with it)
The whole gang outside with it (We outside, we outside)
The whole gang outside with it (Woah, woah, yeah, yeah)
The whole gang outside with it (You know the vibe, you know the vibe)
The whole gang outside with it (The whole gang outside with it)
The whole gang outside with it (We outside, we outside)
The whole gang outside with it (Woah, woah, yeah, yeah)
The whole gang outside with it (You know the vibe, you know the vibe)

[Verse 1]
Free the guys on the inside
We them niggas that the feds dickride
Valet, we’re in, let shit slide
See a opp, let a whole clip fly
Run down on ’em, no drive-by (Spin the block)
Run down on ’em, no drive-by (There he go, drrah)
Cold-hearted niggas trap where they eat
I want all the smoke, look at my demeanor
I was young when I came outside
I remember niggas trappin’ off the beeper
That’s when Slick Rick was comin’ out the speaker
(Eric B. and Rakim, too)
Before the Mexicans you went uptown
Girl, the Spanish boys ain’t no cheaper
Straight to the kitchen with it, get the bakin’ soda
Gotta whip it with it, nigga
Is you Blood or you Crippin’ with it, nigga?
(Is you Blood or you Crippin’ with it, nigga?)
Thirty two shot TEC, one in the head
Scottie Pippen with it, nigga
“That was my bitch first”, Bow Wow voice
I had my dick up in her, nigga

[Chorus]
The whole gang outside with it (The whole gang outside with it)
The whole gang outside with it (We outside, we outside)
The whole gang outside with it (Woah, woah, yeah, yeah)
The whole gang outside with it (You know the vibe, you know the vibe)
The whole gang outside with it (The whole gang outside with it)
The whole gang outside with it (We outside, we outside)
The whole gang outside with it (Woah, woah, yeah, yeah)
The whole gang outside with it (You know the vibe, you know the vibe)

[Verse 2]
I know that they destined to try me
So I keep my weapon beside me
Keep it discreet, heard shots on the street
They tryna ‘fess up and line me
They know that we ball like a tournament
Red lights to his top like a ornament
I get to the bag, D’s on my ass
I backed up the chop and I tossed the grip
Water diamonds sittin’ all on my neck
Look closely, you could drown in it
Trap house, I’ma run up them rack
Stash spot got some pounds in it
Back to the race
Did the Masi, coulda backed out the Wraith
Catch ’em lackin’ and put rounds in his face
Peel off and put the strap in a safe
They know how we move and follow the code of the streets
I did it ’cause I gotta eat
Shit is confusin, how could you love on a treesh
When I had her all on her knees?
Spin blocks, start shootin’ keep a thirty in the V
Clutch the ‘matic, clear the scene
Pull up and boom, put bullet holes through his tee
Lead rippin’ through his spleen

[Chorus]
The whole gang outside with it (The whole gang outside with it)
The whole gang outside with it (We outside, we outside)
The whole gang outside with it (Woah, woah, yeah, yeah)
The whole gang outside with it (You know the vibe, you know the vibe)
The whole gang outside with it (The whole gang outside with it)
The whole gang outside with it (We outside, we outside)
The whole gang outside with it (Woah, woah, yeah, yeah)
The whole gang outside with it (You know the vibe, you know the vibe)

$ilkmoney – N.P.O.M.F Lyrics

Yea yea bitch no pork on my fork nigga
Yea yea yea yea yea uh huh ok yea of course nigga
You know it all wrote statements that saved your fate this nigga told it all
You put a baby in that bitch foretold the stars
Now that ho is yours you appalled

Yea yea bitch no pork on my fork nigga
Corridors with paved floors lead to doors for me to sell my soul for nickels
With ? with free dental and a bunch of bitches
With visions of f**king the world but my dick was way too big
To fit in and it f**king hid it

Yea yea bitch no pork on my fork nigga
Ill say it different like yea yea ain’t no pork on my fork niggas
The ? Kalashnikov with a scope for distance that from Richmond and with precision
I could hit the coach of the Detroit Pistons sitting in my kitchen nigga

Yea yea bitch no pork on my fork nigga
I seen a pig with a paintbrush make pictures for likes and get Insta subscriptions
I seen a pig with a handgun who hate niggas get a minimal sentence
Admit that he did it and didn’t do fifty percent of the time he was given
Nigga I’m livid

Yea yea bitch no pork on my fork nigga
Ran through your bitch like 2 times 2 times shit 4 wheeler
Came through with a Michael Vick I pulled some skimp dimes
But its official depending the ticket I check bout 2 3 times
And scale the whole zip down in bulk dealings

Yea yea bitch no pork on my fork
Had to roll dope in a bible scripture ‘cuz a nigga just couldn’t afford Swishers
Had a full fold with extensions with a big nose looking like Scottie Pippen
My old ho I had to get rid of ‘cuz the bitch still eatin’ hogs and chitlins
I’m finished

Bas – Nirvana Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1: B. Lewis]
Get you, get you on the floor
Kitchen table, say no more
Got you up against the door
Run it up ’til the morning
Never trippin’, on the low
Hit it fast, hit it slow
Run it up ’til the morning

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the Heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Verse 2: Bas]
Yeah
That’s a fact, scientific
What’s a Jordan with no Scottie Pippen?
I’ll be Scottie, baby, you the greatest
Got no problems givin’ you the praises
Cop a drop for you, the new Mercedes
You deserve the latest
Bein’ honest, I could loop you daily
Baby, you is something like my favorite playlist
But I could never play you like the stereo from Shea Stadium
It ain’t Shea Stadium, but these days
It ain’t rented and it auto-park
And she got back like a photobomb
Throw that ass back, no photoshop
Independent, had to shoot my shot (Ayy)
Uber Eats, big movie screens
Shit, fuck, and sleep
I could do this all day

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you

Soulja Boy – Flex For The Summer Lyrics

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

[Verse 1: 24hrs]
You fuckin’ with the number one stunna
Scoop you up, and hit Bennihanna
Talkin’ bout the one that’s in the Valley
Shawty from Atlanta, but in Cali
Hit Rodeo, she in love with all this Prada
Feel like Roddy, 10 toes in Balenciaga
Versace sheets, damn I feel like Silkk Da Shocka
Xan with the soda, 24 and Soulja

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Broadie shoots, shot Scottie Pippen
So many girls, they think I’m trippin’
Ridin’ in that foreign, foreign whippin’
Hit the club, 38 tip it
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t grip it
Hop inside the whip, money gettin’
They done fell in love with my vision
I be gettin’ money, guess I’m gettin’ it

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

[Bridge: Soulja Boy]
You know that, I pull up and I’m killin’
You know that I’m full forgiato whippin’
You know that I’m out gettin’ money, whippin’
Baby, I don’t know why you trippin’

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

Nicki Minaj – Sorry lyrics

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Hey baby
Even though you break my heart
I still love you

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby, can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo
That bitch is always flippin’
You niggas never listen
We make a perfect team
Balling Jordan and Scottie Pippen
But I’ma let you dip in
That wax sauce drippin’
Said that when you with a boss bitch, now you can tell the difference
You be like jungle digger
I don’t want another nigga
I wanna make you ’bout a legend, but I make you bigger
Tinkerbell, Peter Pan
No bitches badder than me when I pull up
Got ’em screaming like a temper tan
Ayo, DJ, drop the beat
My gun didn’t fall but I drop the heat
I love how we kept it on the low, mad discreet (I’m in a rush)
Pass me the keys to my jeep (truck)
I hit ’em with it, I’mma kill ’em with that wine wine
Ain’t losin’ watches, but with me, he always find time
We keep it classy when we eatin’ it’s that fine dine
But between love and hate, baby, it’s a fine line

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

[Verse 2: Nas]
A mack
I used to mack with the MAC on me
Project parties, lights off, mad horny
Dutty wine and feel the gun I’m hidin’
She still grindin’ on me, smilin’ at me
I’m like “Hi, I’m Nasty”
God bless ya, met ya
Thought you were sexy as ever
Flexing with your ex, I couldn’t disrespect ya
Later on, I undress ya, couldn’t wait to sex ya
Made a nigga wait so long, but it was special
Light travel faster than sound
Lightning strike one second every point two miles
So when you first saw me emerge from a weed cloud
Electricity touch your soul, that’s how I get down
Gangsta love
Completing each other
Touching tongues so close, we could breathe for each other
Untouchable boy with the illustrious girl
But maybe being together’s too much for the world, sorry

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

LA Leakers – Facetime (feat. Eric Bellinger, Wale & AD)

[Intro: ?? & Eric Bellinger]
Baby (Yeah)
When you get home, I need you to do that one thing for me
Give me that splash if you know what I mean?
Facetime me in the shower, yeah
Facetime me in the shower, yeah
It’s gon’ be your favourite song
It’s "E"

[Verse 1: AD & Eric Bellinger]
You don’t do it for the fame, no
Knew you was different, you ain’t nothin’ like them lame hoes
That thing is water resistant, that’s what it’s made for
Iphone 7, I’m in heaven, what you playin’ for?
Know all your friends all tell you that I’m bad news, bad news
Don’t know what to do when I see them lower tattoos
Lot of niggas want it and I’m the only one to catch you
When I’m in your city, you best believe I’ma smash thru

[Bridge: Eric Bellinger]
Stay calling (True dat, true dat)
Stay calling (Yeah yeah)
Stay calling (Yeah, you do that, do that)
Stay calling

[Pre-Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Even when you can’t come through
It’s crazy how you still come through
I’ma a text you when I get up to the room
Hace that water running, you know what to do

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Just facetime me in the shower (Yeah yeah)
Just facetime me in the shower (Yeah yeah)
Just facetime me in the shower
(Can we do it, can we do it, yeah yeah, can we do it, can we do it)
Just facetime me in the shower
(Can we do it, can we do it, yeah yeah, can we do it)
Just facetime me in the shower

[Verse 2: Eric Bellinger]
You the one I hit when I hit the hotel
I know we can get it off and you won’t tell
You don’t want me to take no L’s
‘Cause you know I know that thing so well
I got money but the pussy is the power
If I could taste it, I will make it scream louder
So anytime you gotta half an hour
We-we can do it in the shower
Both of our bodies dripping wet
(Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet)
Lemme see you

[Pre-Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Even when you can’t come through
It’s crazy how you still come through
I’ma a text you when I get up to the room
Hace that water running, you know what to do

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Just facetime me in the shower (Yeah yeah)
Just facetime me in the shower (Yeah yeah)
Just facetime me in the shower
(Can we do it, can we do it, yeah yeah, can we do it, can we do it)
Just facetime me in the shower
(Can we do it, can we do it, yeah yeah, can we do it)
Just facetime me in the shower

[Verse 3: Wale]
Now I got bands tonight
Girl, you know I ain’t trippin’, I brought bands tonight
Yeah, when I see it when it’s dripping
I ain’t gon’ flex, she prolly the best
Haters out the way, Prada on her chest
Somebody wanna argue with her, Wale is the best
She my number 1 fan and my oxy connect
I party at Roxy, snobby women with
Courtside see Jamal, I’ma Paul a nigga (Get it?)
I got shooters that will probably clip ya
I give a woman a new future like you Scottie Pippen
(Really, one time, yeah)

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Just facetime me in the shower (Yeah yeah)
Just facetime me in the shower (Yeah yeah)
Just facetime me in the shower
(Can we do it, can we do it, yeah yeah, can we do it, can we do it)
Just facetime me in the shower
(Can we do it, can we do it, yeah yeah, can we do it)
Just facetime me in the shower

[Outro: Eric Bellinger]
It’s "E"!
Both of our bodies dripping wet
(Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet)
Facetime me in the shower, yeah, yean
Facetime me in the shower
Both of our bodies dripping wet
(Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet)
Facetime me in the shower, yeah, yeah
When you get up in the room
You know exactly what to do
Wait a minute, aye
It’s The Leakers
It’s EZ and AD, yea
It’s The Leakers
Wale, so wavy, yea yea
Facetime me in the shower

Pressa – Basically

[Hook]
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

[Verse 1]
My niggas buy brown, whip it
My niggas buy cars, ship it
Sold three zips, fishes
13 like Scottie Pippen
These niggas they all a gimmick, these niggas they real they bitches
Ask ’em how they really livin’, I gotta stay optimistic
Bad bitch she on me, and she half Vietnamese
These niggas so fake to me, shoot him once fatally
My niggas do time for me, hopin’ for early release
Bigger than your OG, understand me capiche?
My dawg he a animal, he like a cannibal
This is not technical, just to get technical
I stay by the court, where life so short, he blew a technical
It came from over the border, I feel like Al Capone
Tec’ in the mattress, my shooters stay active
See me out in the public (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Pull up and dump it, I need my dumpling
Blow off his front lip, catch his body I’m stuntin’
They don’t want smoke oh, so what was it over
Since when you a winner, and numbers are lower?
He in Aurora, he pray for the Lord, uh
And they don’t want war, ah
Got hit with this [torah?]

[Pre-Hook]
She say I’m bossy, diamonds look glossy
I’m lookin’ flossy, kill ’em like Nazi’s
I’m selling rocky, go for the glocky
I don’t pop oxy’s, I am so saucy
(x2)

[Hook]
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

Chief Keef – Moonboots (Bonus Track) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

[Verse 1]
All I do is hit Neiman’s
All I do is hit Barneys
All I do is hit Gucci
All I do is get money
All I do is hit Hermans
All I do is hit Louis
All I do it hit Burberry
All I do is get Jewelry
All I do is call my Jeweler
Have him pee on my neck
Your girlfriend just text me like when we having sex?
[?] and can fuck you the week after next
When I’m done I’ll need something to eat after that
These niggas hate me, I give zero fucks
I’m in a Rolls Royce
I’m doing donuts
He wants to spray me
She wants to rape me
She is looking sneaky
He is looking flaky

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

[Verse 2]
She just got here and she like how I drive my fucking car
You have a ass and I saw that from a fucking far
She like for real, that’s all?
I’m like girl you fucking smart
When I hit the finish line, throw you back into the start
When you done eating my pickle, throw it back into the jar
Hits I’m balling Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, Dennis Rodman
And I get high like I’m growing weed in my garden
I ain’t going nowhere, I’m going to finish what I started
You can walk a thousand miles up in my Louis boots
Don’t wanna have to do the drill so I’m screwing loose
Had your girl down there that’s why my Louis belt was open
Boy your diamonds blurry, let me turn up my focus

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

Desiigner – Zombie Walk (feat. King Savage) letras

[Intro: Desiigner]
Get out my way
Fuck nigga talk, get the fuck out my face
Chopper been loaded, the drum in our way
Drum on the K

[Verse 1: Desiigner]
I’m not letting no nigga g-get in my way
Fuck nigga talk, he get hit with the K
The chopper been loaded, the drum on the K
Thought I went crazy, but back in my way
You could get hit up, just watch what you say
Don’t fuck with the 12, we got 12 in the gauge
Niggas getting hit up, bodies getting zipped up
Niggas start feelin’ a couple of ways
Damian Lillard, blaze
Smoking on dope, haze
Flex on the bitch, Johnny Cage
Got infrared beam on the stage
The coco, the chronic, cocaine
Feelin’ like I’m Lil Wayne
Lot of codeine, hid it from the from the gang
Hit it, hit it, hey
Chill in the trap for the winter
Pockets fuller than that nigga
Niggas be talking that wigga
I’ma keep stackin’ my jigga
Lot of killers in the way
Young nigga tryna get up
Pick up, four, get up
Pussy, forget her
And I got bad bitch, she with me
Twisting my weed and she rolling my swisher
I got her mom in the kitchen
Bout to go in the back room with her sister
I’m the man, I’m the nigga
Niggas didn’t know I’m that nigga
Some niggas not them real niggas
Got to watch out for them niggas

[Hook: Desiigner]
Zombie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk
Zombie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk

[Verse 2: King Savage]
I’m just smoking on dope and it’s fucking my brains
I’m sipping on Henny, it got me enraged
I’m riding ‘round town in them Rari’s and Range
Your bitch on my dick and she giving me play
Savage nigga, like to play with them things
He got a big missile, and he aiming for brains
I don’t trust niggas, all them niggas fugazi
I don’t shop on a budget, I’m just getting the cake
My niggas fucked up the cake
They do anything, they switching them lanes
I stay with Scottie Pippen
Leave your body limpin’ when I find that you fucked with the Jakes
Pass me the K, bullets put face on the pave
Chopper put niggas in graves
Bullets put face on the pave
Chopper put niggas in graves
I’m sipping on Actavis
I call that that the drink
Nick Cannon, got the drum
I think that that the beat
I keep that thing on me
No you can’t hang with me
The chopper go bang with me
Them niggas can’t hang with me

[Hook: Desiigner]
Zombie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk
Zombie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk

Famous Dex – Drugs In Me Lyrics

[Intro: Famous Dex]
Uh yah
Uh yah, uh yah
Oh what?
Now I be gone off the Lean, the pills
The molly, and the Percs
OHMANGOTDDAMN!

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me
[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
I got the drugs on me
I’m bustin’ off Ecstasy
She say I’m her man
I’m married to money, I can’t say a thing
I be geekin’ in the lobby
All these tats on my body
3 bitches in the party
I’m drinkin’ lean not Bacardi
I poured me a 6 till I doses
I’m flexin’ soo hard in my overalls
And baby geekin’ off the percs
I’m goin’ right up when I I skurt
4k for the purse, you didn’t know Dexter was a flirt
Baby girl, what you worth?
All these drugs like a nurse

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
I got the drugs in me
That syrup you drinkin’ in Hennessy
Half a pint or 2 liter
In the coupe with 2 ninas
I drop a grip on my ring
Rich Forever on the chain
Jumpin’ through your bitch at the Blue Flame
Maserati matt black, no Bruce Wayne
I need my medicine
Ride around in the coupe, goin’ crazy in Beverly
I’m a motherfuckin’ chemist in the kitchen doin’ chemistry
Walkin’ around with that MAC chicken
Empty the clip leave your face missin’
In the kitcken whippin’ 33 bricks, that’s a Scottie Pippen

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me