J Hooligan - All These Drugs

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(All these drugs you know what I’m sayin’)
On the highway doin’ the dash
Hit the expressway, step on the gas (Skrt)
Speed up on cars, goin’ real fast
Gotta hoe in the seat, alotta ass
Plug hit me up to get a bag
Gotta stop to hit her for a second (A second)
Dick in her mouth, all of that gag
All these drugs everybody wish they had
All these drugs, all these drugs, sellin’ up (Up, up)
Gettin’ high, sky high, goin’ up (Up, up)
Smokin’ weed, feelin’ geeked, blunt tucked (Tucked)
With my boys, dirty toys, finna, finna, finna, buck
Gotta Glock finna pop on you
Drugs feel good, really good, to you (To You)
Can’t get high on your own supply that’s on you (On you)
Plays to make, about twenty-two
I’m just stuntin’ on these hoes, got ‘bout one, two, three, four (Enough)
Finna fuck all these hoes, shit y’all wasn’t post to know (No sir)
12 knockin’ on the door
Gettin’ all this money but I want more (Weel, weel)
She keep suckin’ on me I gotta go but she keep on sayin’ no
Gotta run this money up a bag I’m finna gain (Big bag)
Walkin’ ‘round my house with my girl, lettin’ my nuts hang (On god)
Stop doin’ the shit I do ‘cause you pussy niggas lame (You already know)
But if I need to I’ll up that fye with that perfect aim (Aim)
All these drugs, all these drugs, sellin’ up (Up, up)
Gettin’ high, sky high, goin’ up (Up, up)
Smokin’ weed, feelin’ geeked, blunt tucked (Tucked)
With my boys, dirty toys, finna, finna, finna, buck
Gotta Glock finna pop on you
Drugs feel good, really good, to you (To You)
Can’t get high on your own supply that’s on you (On you)
Plays to make, about twenty-two
Fuck all these hoes, fuck all these woes
Just hit for the one time and let go
Makin’ songs and might do shows
Just gone see how sad life goes
I’m just smokin’ so much gas
Gas so good can’t even pass (Nope)
Smokin’ the shit to the face
Had so much reefer caught a case (What)
Went to the plug, blessed me, that’s a bet
Smokin’ so much like snoop’ I’m feelin’ like vet
Make my boys smoke so much, they screamin’ not chet (Hehe)
Finna get so geeked
Yeah
I’m flyin’ like a jet (Phew)
All these drugs, all these drugs, sellin’ up (Up, up)
Gettin’ high, sky high, goin’ up (Up, up)
Smokin’ weed, feelin’ geeked, blunt tucked (Tucked)
With my boys, dirty toys, finna, finna, finna, buck
Gotta Glock finna pop on you
Drugs feel good, really good, to you (To You)
Can’t get high on your own supply that’s on you (On you)
Plays to make, about twenty-two (A lot)

Written by:
Jefferson Sre

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