Drug Store Lyrics

That's 2,3,4 what you pay the plug for

Turnt the bedroom to a trap

Feelin' like a drugstore

5,6,7,8 Trying to eat need a plate

It's biscotti gotta know I go stupid with the strain

That's 2,3,4 what you pay the plug for

Turnt the bedroom to a trap

Feelin' like a drugstore

5,6,7,8 Trying to eat need a plate

John Gotti cause you know we got it shipped from outta state

Outta state

All these bitches in my face

Gimme space

Like bitch start giving face

I'm just really in my lane

Got my head up in the game

Need to finish can't save

I don't care about the fame

Everybody want a spotlight

Swear that shit is lame

Everybody want you broke

Get lowered in a grave

Place importance on the pay

I just stay counting the days like

That's 2,3,4 what you pay the plug for

Turnt the bedroom to a trap

Feelin like a drugstore

5,6,7,8 Trying to eat need a plate

It's biscotti gotta know I go stupid with the strain

That's 2,3,4 what you pay the plug for

Turnt the bedroom to a trap

Feelin like a drugstore

5,6,7,8 Trying to eat need a plate

John Gotti cause you know we got it shipped from outta state

Outta state

I was really in my way

Now I'm out of it you stayed

Guess I was brought up betta taught

Life gave me some lessons I bring up when I feel distraught

Bitch I'm a hard act to follow cause

This shit is not no act

All these boys just wanna sit around with big cap

It's a problem when I get in my zone

Smoke a dozen

All 'em moments in a row in my phone

Get cropped baby

I stopped waiting on thoughts I think fast

Got a throttle on top of my head it takes gas

Shot some of the shocks and brake pads

Now I'm back at the top of the block

Trying to make a bag

Well shit will come and go

That's just a given

Give a fuck about what I'm wipping as long as I'm driving

Simply cut from different cloth getting trippy like linen

Really thinking out the box

Been for a minute

Aye getting how I'm living

Never was finished

I'm hungry yo bitch thirsty

She need to replenish

Hitting Bucky's then I'm wiping it up

To shawty crib she suck she fuck

Dicking her up then shawty dip

Now I'm stacking shit

Liftin with my back n shit

Back in the labyrinth I'm adding up

I don't feel bad for 'em

Half of em mad at me packing what bad shit got left for em

Packing it loud with quiet mouths I'm counting decimals like

That's 2,3,4 what you pay the plug for

Turnt the bedroom to a trap

Feelin like a drugstore

5,6,7,8 Trying to eat need a plate

It's biscotti gotta know I go stupid with the strain

That's 2,3,4 what you pay the plug for

Turnt the bedroom to a trap

Feelin like a drugstore

5,6,7,8 Trying to eat need a plate

John Gotti cause you know we got it shipped from outta state

Outta state