Drugs (feat. B-legit by E-40
[Verse 1: E-40]
This thang all the way on my got this thang beaten the trunk loose
I'm on a big ass bottle of beast on some ocean spray cranberry juice
And I strongly suggest that you don't sit in my transportation
Cause the slap is so severe, and the beats excruciation
My amps my pop your ear possibly collapse yo lung
What color is your exterior? The same as grey poupon
What is you a baller? Yeah but not Lebron
Then what kind of baller are you? The kind that sell heroin
The kind that lives his life illegal, toted gun and desert eagle
Mobster like Bugsy Siegel I listen to 40 music
Don't fuck with too many people mane most of them rappers fake
See Feezy be speaking on some shit that I can relate
When I was in the shoe they see Desus what got me through
My nigga from the Brass to put me up on due, uhh
The grit don't quitting my hustle'll never pause
UH OH! Here come the law I got dope in my draws
BEATCH!
[Hook: x2]
We be grinding seven days a week, heat under the front seat
Bendin hella corners in my new school, one deep
Every hood I'm in I get love from the plug
And i probably sold your family member drugs (drugs)
[Verse 2: B-Legit]
How much money can a man make?
I'm on the block cooking chickens with the pancakes
And my fan base love to get high with me
Get tipsy prolly set they own self a Mickeys
Get em ricky
Beaver he be militant
Send the whole fifty clip through ya ligaments
Got a knot pocket full of them Benjamin's
movin bricks like I'm try'na build a pyramid
Shit
40 glock with the laser dot
And I can make mash potatoes outta tater tots
Ask ya parking; I don't really like to talk alot
Block move like James, Wade and Chris Bosh
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