Cactus Dab from LORD by YUNG DRUGG
Tracklist
| 2. | Cactus Dab | 4:08 |
Lyrics
Bulletproof dreams and I'm like a Jeanie
DMT vapor rolls off my sleevey
Gucci Gucci Gucci is out of jail
He don't even know me Ima write him a letter
"Oh please me" you asked me so kindly
You a bad bitch so of course I find time to meet
Black Opal and a dance floor bumpin'
There are 9's nearby 33 in my pocket
Fill that clip up it's extendo
I got homies livin' in Fresno
211 never remember
C-Bod from Bako got me that paper
I'll see him later
He was a skater
He was Darth Vader
I'm gonna crave her
Whip it Whip it Whip it just like mashed potatoes
10 that's what I got
A dollar for that Cali blunt with no raincheck
Dolla dolla billa ya holla Chevy Impala C.R.E.A.M.'n in a 'proof vest
Nectar from the buzzin' G's from the hive all the way to the ice chest
Bitches scrapin' their knees bounce on this dick like a trampoline I'm on that Hi-Tech
It'll be a long way
I do not know how these bitches get money
Don't know what they do but I don't think it's funny
I ain't fuckin' with no disrespect
My blood brothers done got their check
Fresno desert trappin' bouncin'all the alcoholics stuntin' off the wagon
You drank a gallon of lean I'm with that Hennessey with no life jacket
Travel down under to Cali asunder but the price ain't right yet
I know someone in Scrundy who done slammed to get their mind straight ya
No soldiers of God recruiting my head on no dinner plate
Never too fucked up to mix up them thirsty bitches with them purple bitches
I got a glock near my crotch so don't go trippin' if your lightning gets struck
There's a thot near my head and I think she needs itchin'
Is this shit a routine or am I gettin' jaded?
I don't give a fuck
Grams, upon grams in my pocket
As many can co-exist in my wallet
33 spillin' like a fudge sundae on some denim
9 and I was born drivin' 55
Cruisin' through the city Bulldogs recognize me
Dodgin' bullets and knives
And the police
It'll be a long way
Brotha my hitta ain't neva been no quitta
Take what we give ya til Jesus come and getchya
Full time sinna we winnin' n grinnin'
We runnin' them jewels and we run up them digits
I'm packin'
A pack of them midgets and scale for weighin' sorts
We ball on all the courts
Avoiding them bullet holes
24 hour whores
Molly that's tinted orange
Fill that clip up it's extendo
I got homies livin' in Fresno
211 never remember
C-Bod from Bako got me that paper
I'll see him later
He was a skater
He was Darth Vader
I'm gonna crave her
Whip it Whip Whip it just like mashed potatoes
Credits
License
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