DRVG DEVLER GIRL

[Intro: Black Kray]
It's hydros and cocaine stashed in the muhfuckin room
Steezed out, flexed out
Rent free [?]

What happened to you last night?
I made me some money
Yeah thats nice, but all money ain’t good money so how you make yours?
Well, [?] and Tricks came up to me and asked if I wanted to make some extra money
They said they knew some people who was giving a party at the Belmont and they wanted some dancers so I went
But I heard it wasn't no males thеre, it was just females
Yеa, uh, so uh

[Verse 1]
Walk in your room
I’m like [?]
Ziplock bags, racks stashed through your mattress
Retinas scary
Cocaine in your eyes like you crying from the hits that you took, Hello Kitty MacBook
Hydros and cocaine scent on your breath
And got like twenty five lighters on your top shelf
We can mob we can cruise while you rolling up the blue
At the sun roof
Back with your girls in the back, rolling up some weed
Crack hot box in the [?]
Bic lighter on your lap
Hoppin out like black, like shit, what the fuck
Nails painted all black like a black strap
Gold choppa ring on your middle finger
Throwing up your middle finger
Drug dealer girl, you my drug dealer girl
Stoned in your own world
Bagging up that white girl
Gold bottoms on your teeth
Taking pictures in the street
Chinese food just to eat
Yeah
Uh

[Interlude]
Its cocaine residue
Twenty five lighters
Drug dealer girl [?]
Art gleamed out, all black mobbed out
Black nail polish, middle fingers up
Trapped out
It’s cocaine residue
Twenty five lighters
Drug dealer girl [?]
Art gleamed out, all black mobbed out
Black nail polish, middle fingers up
Fuck

[Verse 2]
Cocaine residue on twenty dollar bills
You can ask gang, kush pack’s hella trill
Late nights, hot box the whip, getting me out
Sitting in the dark [?] in your house
Right wrist tatted
You and your red hoes doing LSD
[?] trap money nigga, life smoking tree
Hella stoned and alone watching tv
Gold in your black shades fucking steez
We can mob out on the [?] blowing trees
Walking on a dream, red eyes on the scene
Triple seven, twenty five lighters in the lean
Cuts in your jeans
Meet me at the river
Chinese food for dinner
Marijuana girl nigga, nigga fucking trippin
Eyes hella glossy with heart tatted on your hand while you count bands
You the muhfuckin queen, come and mob with a king
Dim lights cameras lit sparking up some reefa
Communicate for hours about nothing but we love it
Man fuck it
You my drug dealer queen girl, straight thuggin
Straight thuggin
This marijuana man
Art gleamed out steezed out
Fucking clean
Rocking hella gold
Never lost a soul
[?] fucking reefa smoke blow

[Outro]
Look at that shit like thats, thats pure crystal right there
People, you know people [?] and [?] it up like fuckin 20 blunts
It happened to be the one thing that I don’t like
It’s like, why did I want [?]
When I thought I didn’t
But really I just, you know
Women suck dick for a month for this, and this is free for me
But now its like, this is nothing to me
[?] a fleeting moment [?] a fleeting moment, no
I got it but thats what sucks it’s like, okay like I got it now
You know
Now what? Now im stuck and I don’t have it
[?] be grown [?]
I wish I didn’t
That’s how much I pack in a bowl
Theirs another little nugget there that i’m already [?] you see, now you talking
But my [?] decided yet