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I Got testo

I got kush, pills, cocaine

I’m In the whip and it’s cocaine

And I’m riding through yo mothafuckin’ domain

And I just kicked down a nigga door frame

Man I got gwoup, I’m cashed out

Fuck yo bitch then a nigga smash out

I hate these niggas that be runnin’ they mouth

I don’t like to talk I jus’ pull that thang out

They call me young smash and everybody know me

Only 22 but I’m feeling like an OG

Fresh out on parole just smoked a whole OZ

You say you gettin’ money, nigga you gon’ have to show me

Yeah I took a loss fell off, then I bossed up

Sippin’ on lean, I don’t even really cough much

Never did a drive by, but I did some walk ups

Gangsters move in silence so nigga I don’t talk much

They put me in the can I was still going HAM

And Nigga you ain’t trappin’ if you only selling grams

Young D Boy I came up on perham

I fuck with them killas, and I know the bird man (bird call)

I got swag ho, these niggas bummy

Since 14 I been gettin’ to the money

Nigga I’m eatin’ stuffin’ up my tummy

Young go getter, I ain’t ever been a dummy

I got kush, pills, cocaine

I’m In the whip and it’s cocaine

And I’m riding through yo mothafuckin’ domain

And I just kicked down a nigga door frame

Man I got gwoup, I’m cashed out

Fuck yo bitch then a nigga smash out

I hate these niggas that be runnin’ they mouth

I don’t like to talk I jus’ pull that thang out

Call me repo, take yo shit like it’s legal

Kick in yo door, see my foot print by your peep hole

Oh, told my self way back when I don’t need no deal

Cut corners with that coke, long as that codeine don’t spill

I spit cocaine, worth more than your dope mang

Trap house got a line like soul train

How come these niggas claiming hoods that they don’t bang

Ohh, you niggas fucking up your checks tryna hit rats

Bitch, run me yo taxes let me flip that

I see a miss match, ballin’ off that bitch back

My zips fat as her kit kat, cause these contracts ain’t giving out dougggghhh

I’m on some bossy shit, like I ain’t ever have to ask a nigga

Toss me shit, Tryna learn how to whip, i done lost some splits

If you ain’t born in it, never get involved with this, I got

I got kush, pills, cocaine

I’m In the whip and it’s cocaine

And I’m riding through yo mothafuckin’ domain

And I just kicked down a nigga door frame

Man I got gwoup, I’m cashed out

Fuck yo bitch then a nigga smash out

I hate these niggas that be runnin’ they mouth

I don’t like to talk I jus’ pull that thang out

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Blac Youngsta – Drive Thru (2018)

[Intro]
Alrighty guys
It’s 12am
Lock the doors
You gon’ we servin’ at the drive-thru
Alright? Sorry
Thank you every much

[Chorus]
Sell my dope at the drive-thru (go)
Wanna buy coke at the drive-thru (go)
I got molly, I got kush, I got drugs at the drive-thru (go)
You gon get killed in a drive-by (go)
You know you gon’ die at the drive-thru (go)
And my front door and my traphouse closed (go)
Slide through the drive-thru (go)
Sell my dope at the drive-thru (go)
Wanna buy coke at the drive-thru (go)
I got molly, I got kush, I got drugs at the drive-thru (go)
You gon’ get killed in a drive-by (go)
You know you gon’ die at the drive-thru (go)
And my front door and my traphouse closed (go)
Slide through the drive-thru (go)

[Verse 1]
Tatted on my stomach (ooh), put it in my trunk (ooh)
Since I love you bitch, I might hit it from the front (go-go)
Put it on her spine (go), stick it on her tongue (that throat)
You so fuckin’ wet, I could fit it when you cummin’ (go)
Cook my dope at the drive-thru (go)
Sell my work at the drive-thru (go)
My bitch from the hood, she might twerk, twerk, twerk at the drive-thru (go)
You can buy syrup at the at the drive-thru (go)
You can get bacon on the side too (go)
Fuckboy, yeah I got you
Young niggas gonna fight too

[Verse 2]
(What time it is?)
I got work tomorrow (work)
(Who got the pills?) I got percs and bars
I’m in the field (you get murked with them dawg)
This shit for real, I got rooms installed
Hold on, stove on, brown paper bag (gang-gang)
Rolex, hold on, make ’em haters sad (gang-gang)
Shake joint, hold on, she came up to fast (whore)
I’m the type of nigga that’ll pull up and serve my bag

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