[Intro: DrugRixh Hect]
DrugRixh
Ain't going back and forth with these niggas, man
[Chorus: DrugRixh Hect]
I get them bags in for the cheap
I come to do business, ain't no meet-and-greet
Designer, Givenchy, it's on my feet
Diamonds dancing like they fell in the grease
I'm serving pedestrians, they on to me
Auntie jawlocked, she say it's that fishgrease
I'm serving pedestrians, they on to me
Heavyweight champion, they watching me
I do what I want with that Glock on me
Two gram Backwood, I'm smoking that broccoli
Taking chances like Monopoly
Doubled down Smith & Wesson with the Glock on me
Never catch me down bad 'cause I'm popping shit
Little nigga better move with that robbing shit
MONY rag on me, nigga, I'm mobbing shit
Posted in the hood, little nigga robbing shit
[Verse 1: DrugRixh Hect]
I do what I want with that Glock on me
You better call 'trol if you thinking about stopping me
DrugRixh, little nigga, who stopping me?
I pull up on your block, quick draw, I'm popping shit
The say they looking for me, but never got me
Pour up a four just to geek up my body
The Vette was too fast, so I jumped in the Mazi
Me and PJ robbing everybody
Work bad, then somebody dying
The pint was a dummy, I knew he was lying
Raw 'tech, I want the other kind
DrugRixh, bitch, you must lost your mind
Chopper hold a hundred, drum line
Givenchy sweater in the summer time
Tricked him good, you would've thought he was blind
Smashing the gas to the finish line
DrugRixh
Ain't going back and forth with these niggas, man
[Chorus: DrugRixh Hect]
I get them bags in for the cheap
I come to do business, ain't no meet-and-greet
Designer, Givenchy, it's on my feet
Diamonds dancing like they fell in the grease
I'm serving pedestrians, they on to me
Auntie jawlocked, she say it's that fishgrease
I'm serving pedestrians, they on to me
Heavyweight champion, they watching me
I do what I want with that Glock on me
Two gram Backwood, I'm smoking that broccoli
Taking chances like Monopoly
Doubled down Smith & Wesson with the Glock on me
Never catch me down bad 'cause I'm popping shit
Little nigga better move with that robbing shit
MONY rag on me, nigga, I'm mobbing shit
Posted in the hood, little nigga robbing shit
[Verse 1: DrugRixh Hect]
I do what I want with that Glock on me
You better call 'trol if you thinking about stopping me
DrugRixh, little nigga, who stopping me?
I pull up on your block, quick draw, I'm popping shit
The say they looking for me, but never got me
Pour up a four just to geek up my body
The Vette was too fast, so I jumped in the Mazi
Me and PJ robbing everybody
Work bad, then somebody dying
The pint was a dummy, I knew he was lying
Raw 'tech, I want the other kind
DrugRixh, bitch, you must lost your mind
Chopper hold a hundred, drum line
Givenchy sweater in the summer time
Tricked him good, you would've thought he was blind
Smashing the gas to the finish line
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