Lemonade.2 Lyrics

I'm something like Dora, I keep me at bag, with big-ass drake that's sizes as this mac

Hometown hero, I come back to the city, next week gon I'll come back to the trap

You don't wanna see what's inside this duffel, big-ass guns, take you off the map

They got a gang full of runners, hop in the field with no cleats, and make it run track

I got that big booty brah, she tryna fuck with the gang, well come here get naked

But when I get up in that car, I start shaking and baking

I'm from the west where the shit get stuck, we all get to frying some shit like bacon

I'm number one overall pick, if they start doing some fake shit, bitch, I'm gonna trade em

I got some kush OG, if they wanna come get it, I already sold out the haze

See I'm tryna swipe, just swiping, no swiping, they play with the gang, niggas took out the chain

Yeah, I'm sipping muddy, that muddy, that muddy, that gosh damn wokkie, that done hit my brain

Bitch, she a boppity, boppity, bop, well she tryna go play the game, triple A

I'm something like Dora, I keep me at bag, with big-ass drake and sizes as macs

Hometown hero, I'll come back to the city, next week I'll come back to the trap

You don't wanna see what society is done for, big-ass guns, he can run off the map

They got a gang full of runners, hopping the field with no cleats to make them untracked

I got a bad lil' bitch, she tryna fold the gang, the bitch done spazzed

I know two times with me, I know the whole gang muddy, I'm chillin' with cash

I'm doing these hoes like Steve, I'm really just throwing that oop for my dawg like Nash

I'm tryna light up the party, if they start running, then oh boy, I'm finna bash

I'm getting green, no grass, what was that last mixtape, oh that bitch trash

Tell em to cool down, lil' bruh chill, my young crush out tryna blow like a fan

Need that code and money, drugs, oh shit, love that junkie love

The bloggin' is hot right now, so no I ain't selling no P's, I need junkie love

She's asking me what do I need from her, I'm telling her child I need money and drugs

She want a 10, I got 20 and 50, I'm tryna go and resell me a dub

She wanna come here and fuck with the team, we fold like a pencil and wear no gloves

I'm making sure that the Glock got a beat, find out who we getting, break down like a nut

Said, no I ain't showing no love, well what do I love, well baby that money and drugs

She wanna fuck with the gang, she put in a pencil, we breaking it down like a nut

What do I need, money, drugs, damn I need that junkie love

Junkie love