Yung Grady - DEA (feat. Cole Myer)

Yeah, yeah, hold on
Ay, yuh, yuh, let's go, let's go
This my last chance
Feelin' like I'm MJ, this my last dance
And the way I'm switching countries, change my accent
Yeah, I hopped up out the game and I went back in
And you tried to play me like a bitch, well, that ain't happenin'
And she got my IP and my phone so she be trackin' me
And you don't even know about all these drugs that we be practicin'
Damn, it feels like war the way that shit is gonna battle me
Damn, it baffle me, I swear you got me fucked up
Sometimes I don't like to smoke, I'm finna fill that double cup
And I'm swervin' off the lot, I told him buckle up
Get yo lane, lil' bitch, I think it's time you toughen up
She keep on texting me, she told me that she's down to fuck
I always block the bitch I pass her on, cause that's not us
I always text my favorite bitch to go and give it up
Bitch I take it I don't give
We gon' find out where you live
Fuck the DEA, we finna move them bricks
On my campaign I ain't vouchin' for the rich
I gotta trust him, I'm just hoping he don't switch
I'm just walkin' on the beat, this shit is effortless
I'm a super villain looking down on Everest
Damn, I baptize bitches looking like a reverend
Never end, living off some rent you fucking broke
Yeah, I'm wrapping ice around my neck, I hope I do not choke
I do not choke when I'm up in the fourth
Me and Cole Myer gon' go back and forth
Pass it to me now I'm holding the torch
Wait for my drugs and I sit on the porch
Go serve him drugs while I'm driving a Porsche
My shit is expensive, you couldn't afford
You ain't whipping a beamer, you driving a Ford
This shit got me dancing, my knees on the floor
She got a lot of ass, so she gon' have to throw it on me
She got two legs wrapped around my waist we fucking probably
But I could never ever tell, that's my orange soda shawty
Got me riding Kawasaki while you still driving a Harley
I'm the vice president, you gon' get what you gon' get
And you best not throw a fit, cause you only worth a cent
Like, I don't need that hoe, cause she so replaceable
Like, where you gonna go it don't get better than cole
You ain't find my drugs, pussy, you can't find the stash
I just made a hit, pussy boy and it's a smash
All I make is hits, I got no songs in the trash
When I wear the mask, I feel like it's Monster Mash
Ha ha ha, I know you mad
Ha ha ha, bitch throw some ass
I whip that McLaren, I hope it don't crash
This sun on my eyes, I feel like Steve Nash
I gotta go crazy, I gotta go spazz
I buy the store I forget about a tag
I got dirty money throw that shit in the trash
I come back for blood and you leavin' in ash

Written by:
Cole Myer, Yung Grady

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