Hardcore Drugs

Bitch, I'm finna do some hardcore drugs for the feeling (let's go!)

Lil bitch, you think I'm dead, but you should know I'm not

I'm hard for her, bitch, I tee up a notch

I'm the new up-and-coming nigga in the spot

I'm comin' for the money, and I'm comin' for the racks

I'm comin' for yo' bitch, and I'm comin' for the stacks

I got shooters and killers, you better watch your back (shooters)

I'm comin' for the gang, yuh, nigga, that's facts

Yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah (hol' up!)

I'ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs)

I'ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs)

I'ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs)

I'ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs, yeah)

I'ma do some hardcore drugs, to see if I'm alive

'Cause bitch, I'm tryna reach the top, I'm tryna reach the sky

I can't look into my eye, man, all I see is lies

That jawn out with the AR-sticks, bitch, you might as well comply

Bitch, I know I'm too damn sick, bitch, I know I'm too damn fly

Bitch, I know I'm too damn sick, bitch, I know I'm too damn hot

Bitch, I hop out with them bands, Perc-30 in my hand

With this ho off a Xan'

Yeah, she fuckin' with my mans

And I'm fuckin' with her friend

And her friend fuck with me too

I'ma fuck her then I dip, no, we cannot pair, Bluetooth

I'ma fuck her then I dip, no, we cannot see it through

Bitch, I know you love this shit (yeah)

Bitch, I know you love the blues (yeah)

I'on care about your feelings, you can treat me like a villain

And yeah, I'm tryna see a million, but I'm tryna see a billion

I'ma fuck this shit up

Who the fuck brought me into the building (huh?)

Bitch, I'm finna do some hardcore drugs for the feeling (let's go!)

Lil' bitch, you think I'm dead, but you should know I'm not

I'm hard for her, bitch, I tee up a notch

I'm the new up-and-coming nigga in the spot (Yeah)

I'm comin' for the money, and I'm comin' for the racks

I'm comin' for yo' bitch, and I'm comin' for the stacks

I got shooters and killers

You better watch your back (shooters)

I'm comin' for the gang, yuh nigga, that's facts

I'm goin' for this, yeah, I'm goin' fuckin' crazy

I was doing this shit but before fuckin' fugazi

They not on my level, they can't even graze me

And I'm spittin' too fast, nigga, just like Slim Shady (on God)

Don't know what I am, but I'm not a meme

I had to be something else just like the Fanta

And I'm tired of this shit, I gotta get out Atlanta

I'm tired of these niggas, ok I can't stand 'em

I'ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs)

I'ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs)

I'ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs)

I'ma do some hardcore drugs