infatuated with drugs - young dolph, big moochie grape & snupe bandz lyrics
[intro: young dolph]
big paper (okay)
big rocks (okay)
big straps (okay)
(let the band play)
[chorus: young dolph & big moochie grape]
yeah, a hundred racks got my skinnies saggin’ (d*mn)
two hundred rounds inside the g*wagen (d*mn)
f*cked her one time and she won’t stop braggin’ (d*mn)
half a mill’ cash, all andrew jacksons
got a project b*tch, look like janet jackson (woo)
i got three*tone on, yellow gold, rose gold, white gold, but my pistol plastic (yeah, yeah, hey)
i can’t stick my d*ck in her, that b*tch a duck (b*tch)
n*gga, you broke, i don’t wanna link up (uh*uh)
i know they hatin’, but i don’t give a f*ck (ayy)
might wake up and buy another car just because (ayy)
i turn a millionaire b*tch to my sl*t (b*tch)
codeine kool*aid all in my cup (dirty)
she told her daddy she f*ckin’ the plug (yes, sir)
grеw up infatuated with drugs (big moochie)
[verse 1: big moochie grape & young dolph]
she told hеr daddy she f*ckin’ a thug (a gangster)
n*gga, my jewels wet, this sh*t look suds (like suds)
blew me a hundred one day just because (a hundred)
legendary crip, n*gga, i’m the big cuz (big cuz)
f*ck with my day ones, we come out that mud (on god)
can’t f*ck on no broke b*tch, she can’t even get a hug (uh*uh)
paper route business, rich n*ggas, we live it up
caught me a bomb and i took the whole ticket up
broke*ass n*ggas, they ain’t even keepin’ up (yes, sir)
instagram model, she gon’ let me beat it up (yes, sir)
right behind that, she gon’ eat all my s*m*n up (uh*huh)
send a blitz on your block, watch the car creepin’ up
turned nothin’ to somethin’, they didn’t believe in us (we did that)
we talkin’ ’bout millions, tell me where we meetin’ up (we meetin’ up)
mashin’ the gas on they ass, i’ma keep it up (i’ma keep it up)
young n*gga take your soul, call the grim reaper up
two things i never done seen
a turtle with speed or a b*tch that i need (true story)
sit in the spot and i’m runnin’ through p’s (runnin’ through p’s)
f*ckin’ this foreign b*tch and she speak portuguese (what?)
cuz got the chopper, won’t let you get close to me
servin’ up grammies like f*ck an anomaly
you know you a b*tch, no, you can’t get up under me (uh*uh)
f*ck up the vip and pull up, we a hundred deep (yeah, gigantic)
[chorus: young dolph & snupe bandz]
yeah, a hundred racks got my skinnies saggin’ (d*mn)
two hundred rounds inside the g*wagen (d*mn)
f*cked her one time and she won’t stop braggin’ (d*mn)
half a mill’ cash, all andrew jacksons
got a project b*tch, look like janet jackson (woo)
i got three*tone on, yellow gold, rose gold, white gold, but my pistol plastic (yeah, yeah, hey)
i can’t stick my d*ck in her, that b*tch a duck (b*tch)
n*gga, you broke, i don’t wanna link up (uh*uh)
i know they hatin’, but i don’t give a f*ck (ayy)
might wake up and buy another car just because (ayy)
i turn a millionaire b*tch to my sl*t (b*tch)
codeine kool*aid all in my cup (dirty)
she told her daddy she f*ckin’ the plug
grew up infatuated with drugs (bandz, yeah)
[verse 2: snupe bandz]
fell in love with the trap, ain’t no love for no ho (no)
i’m in the bando, come get it, come ‘bow (come on)
i might show you some love if you get ten or more
i’m the lil’ n*gga on the block, sellin’ grams at the corner store
now a n*gga got a boatload (boatload)
honey bun on me, got my pockets on swole (on swole)
ice on my neck and my wrist got me froze (ice, yeah)
walk out the mansion, i hop in a sp*ceship (skrrt)
play with my gang, b*tch, you gon’ get a facelift (baow)
keep a drac’ on me with a banana clip (drac’)
got the whole hood behind me, i’m a legend like nip’ (nip’)
blue or black flag, n*gga, i’ll never flip
i f*ck with the bloods and the crips (crips)
i’m colorblind, all my n*ggas, they shootin’ off the rip (off the hip)
bankroll in my pocket got my pants saggin’ (saggy)
big racks in my skinny jeans, make ’em baggy (baggy)
fell in love with the trap, i’m sellin’ dope like my daddy (ayy)
hood full of nothin’ but dope fiends and crack addicts (yeah)
hustlers and shooters, we ball like the mavericks (ball)
i’m a block star, b*tch, i never been average (rockstar)
i’m a rock star, b*tch, i never been average (rockstar)
trapper, not a rapper, b*tch, you know i ain’t average (nah, on gang)
[chorus: young dolph]
yeah, a hundred racks got my skinnies saggin’ (d*mn)
two hundred rounds inside the g*wagen (d*mn)
f*cked her one time and she won’t stop braggin’ (d*mn)
half a mill’ cash, all andrew jacksons
got a project b*tch, look like janet jackson (woo)
i got three*tone on, yellow gold, rose gold, white gold, but my pistol plastic (yeah, yeah, hey)
i can’t stick my d*ck in her, that b*tch a duck (b*tch)
n*gga, you broke, i don’t wanna link up (uh*uh)
i know they hatin’, but i don’t give a f*ck (ayy)
might wake up and buy another car just because (ayy)
i turn a millionaire b*tch to my sl*t (b*tch)
codeine kool*aid all in my cup (dirty)
she told her daddy she f*ckin’ the plug
grew up infatuated with drugs
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