[Intro]
([?] go and turn my shit up)
(No one knows)
[Chorus]
That's a lot of drugs in my system
Gang with me, that's a lot of thugs and prescriptions
I'll fill him up with slugs, I'm a menace
Pollutin' up the soda, bitch, I'm somethin' like a chemist
That's a lot of drugs in my system
Gang with me, that's a lot of thugs and prescriptions
I'll fill him up with slugs, I'm a menace
Pollutin' up the soda, bitch, I'm somethin' like a chemist
[Verse 1]
I'll fill him up with slugs, I'm a menace
Chopper leave a nigga stretched out like a gymnast
Serve a nigga rerock, I'm a chemist
Have a nigga tryna detox to save his kidneys
Gang in this bitch, you know who came here with me
That's an F&N with a drum that hold a fifty
Rap circles 'round you niggas, you niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Playin' with the troop, you gon' get buck 50
Put some bread on his head, put him in the oven like Jiffy
I'm a young coach bitch, I told you I'm not Pippen
She handed me some money by choice, you forcin' bitches
You can walk [?] or the page, it's your decision
She can tell the truth from a bum, for surely different
They like, "Ralfy diamonds gotta be real, they for sure be hittin'"
They ain't finna play with the Plug, he for sure keep pissin'
Nigga can't find no Wockhardt, so I for sure need Tris, the Plug
([?] go and turn my shit up)
(No one knows)
[Chorus]
That's a lot of drugs in my system
Gang with me, that's a lot of thugs and prescriptions
I'll fill him up with slugs, I'm a menace
Pollutin' up the soda, bitch, I'm somethin' like a chemist
That's a lot of drugs in my system
Gang with me, that's a lot of thugs and prescriptions
I'll fill him up with slugs, I'm a menace
Pollutin' up the soda, bitch, I'm somethin' like a chemist
[Verse 1]
I'll fill him up with slugs, I'm a menace
Chopper leave a nigga stretched out like a gymnast
Serve a nigga rerock, I'm a chemist
Have a nigga tryna detox to save his kidneys
Gang in this bitch, you know who came here with me
That's an F&N with a drum that hold a fifty
Rap circles 'round you niggas, you niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Playin' with the troop, you gon' get buck 50
Put some bread on his head, put him in the oven like Jiffy
I'm a young coach bitch, I told you I'm not Pippen
She handed me some money by choice, you forcin' bitches
You can walk [?] or the page, it's your decision
She can tell the truth from a bum, for surely different
They like, "Ralfy diamonds gotta be real, they for sure be hittin'"
They ain't finna play with the Plug, he for sure keep pissin'
Nigga can't find no Wockhardt, so I for sure need Tris, the Plug
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