DG Lyrics

Get up, boy, shit, man

Shit on the floor

Uh, uh, uh

What you need? What you need? What you need, nigga

What you need, nigga? What you need? What you need, nigga

Uh, ay

I'm the head pharmacist, tell me what you need

Oxycontin, Percocet, I don't fuck with weed

What you need to look at me

Hit my phone, yeah

Hit my phone, you know I'm fuckin' with them beans too

Bitch, I got a doctor plug, I don't need you

Hit him in his head with the cake, now I see through

How many perks you bout to eat? Shit, I need two

All your mama smoke dope, I'm a fiend too

Vision blurry, word slurry, that's what lean do

I'm really fucked up in the head, I know I seem cool

But y'all kill the whole world, now it's just me and you

Got a real plug on the balls, he eat bro

My nigga ate a plate in my face, I wanna eat too

Now your man's a rat, and you still with him, you might be one too

Whole pint of Wockhurt gone, it's just me and Lou

Ten million on my hip, I can kill a cop

Gucci raincoat on, I ain't feel a drop

How the fuck this whole ape gone, and it's just six o'clock

I know you see me with the AP thing on, but this a different one

Some niggas ain't dog up this strap, got the pistol shot

Nigga, you ain't never drop shit, you just pick up

I'm on that Oxycontin, 30 kickin' in, I can sink nine

Two hundred can blues on me now, I'm a kryptonite

Used to have to go in on the bag, but I'm rich now

Every week, got a thousand blues getting sent out

The prosecutor racist and a bitch, I'm finna flip out

Five minutes cap, looking for the opp, just seen one and flipped out

When I'm in my feelings, I be riding past K-Trip house

He took a couple pills and then wake up, how that shit sound

I got some white fin, no, I'm bout to mix brown

Headshot the nigga, lost his life before he hit the ground

I'ma calm down on this run, I'ma check him out

It's a little switch on the back part, it's a different glock

Grocery shopping at Walmart with the nigga cock

Nigga run up on me, I'ma whip it out, bitch, I pistol shot

He don't need no fucking bag of ice, you got a little

I'ma L-E-Crip, he got more pills than a spittle got

I'ma need 38, hunting for a skittle crop

They tried to box me in a dope game, I had to wiggle out

Can't believe this nigga let a swisher, someone kick him out

Catch me in the hood, taking pictures with the pistol out

You a 300 in the line for a pint of vodka, whip the nigga low

Took $200 off the top, now give me my ounces

I can make 20 racks quick, just give me an hour

Dope money wrinkled up like it got left in the wild

I was going through some real shit, I met me a counselor

My beacher nigga trying to buy a brick, he met me on curb

The chair I got on real thick, like $7,000

Ride with a bitch in a 06 Chevy Impala

Shit, since we talking about cars, my nigga Marata

He was not trying to get a bars up stick on the top

This shit came quick, yeah, this shit came quick

Swear it felt like we got rich in a hour

Hit me with a clean brick, now I'm sifting the powder

Tell him don't worry about the money, he'll get it tomorrow

Say how much shit you got on the list, you might hear it tomorrow

Seen a nigga drop a scat pack and get killed with a John Custer

Custer prank had a seal on it, it was hit at the bottom