BarrytheMoney - Drug Deals (Intro)

We had two bags of grass
Seventy-five pellets of mescaline
Five sheets of high powered blotter acid
A salt shaker half full of cocaine
A whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers
Also a quart of tequila
A quart of rum
A case of beer
A pint of raw ether
And two dozen amyls
Not that we needed all that for the trip
But once you get locked into a serious drug collection
The tendency is to push it as far as you can
Powder cocaine nigga and codeine
Stay in the suburbs but know fiends
Smoking the gas I get nosebleeds
They think that they gees but they don't know me
Hit up Shallah to get the new Prada
Give him an eighth that nigga owe a lotta
He try to escape that nigga done dada
Hit him in the head, shoulders, and both collars
Got to get the bread you dig no problem
Wait (Now Listen)
I don't trust many men (Carefully)
The fiend got mad he ain't got a 10 (He don't)
Told that nigga kick rocks don't come back again (Fuck outta here)
If you ain't got it nigga you shouldn't smoke it
And if you do got it nigga you know we know it (Know it)
Your bitch is my side bitch you know she told us
And if you're going to beat her for that you know it's over (Damn)
Yea
Yea
Yea
Many men
I wish death upon
I got Nikes and Jordan's I put checks up on (Cash)
I got bitches Galore, check my phone
I got hoes in New Orleans and both poles
And they ain't even stripping but they both cold
And they moving my shit in they assholes
And they wanted to do it I ain't ask for it
And if they do a good job I pay them cash for it
And if I'm doing your job I need bag for it
And if you got a problem that means you asking for it
Many men
I wish death upon ( A lot of niggas)
Making these moves like a checkerboard
Making these plays like it's connect four
Making these swerves like I'm Yungin8 (We out here)
Your youngin's ain't ate
Nigga I got cake
The bitch leave she sees the mils on my plate (Swervin)

Written by:
Barry Bones

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