Album: World War 3: Molly (2013)

You A Drug

Baby you a drug
Baby you a drug
Baby you a drug
This lady you a drug
Baby you a drug
Baby you a drug
I fell in love with drugs
I fell in love with drugs
Baby you a drug
I fell in love with drugs

Gucci on the drugs in the club
I'm in love with drugs
Strippers give their hoes to a thug
No one more than drugs
Promethazene one thousand a pint
That's designer drugs
Hold a hoe pinting out 2 liter
100 dollar cups
Double cuppin stuffing like a thug
Your head too good this lady
You a drug
I'm pouring codeine on a blunt of kush
This purple set it got me on a fuzz
I got oxycotton, loratab
Dig in the bag, no molly caps
Og gas of swag bags
Cleaning lean I'm double seeing
I got roxys and xan bars
His [?]
Promethazene and codeine
And coca [?]

Baby you a drug
Baby you a drug
Baby you a drug
This lady you a drug
Baby you a drug
Baby you a drug
I fell in love with drugs
I fell in love with drugs
Baby you a drug
Baby you a drug
I fell in love with drugs

I'm in trouble took too many uppers
Can't even stand on my two feet
My legs they feel like rubber
I try to keep that shit discreet
They know that Gucci Mane get geek
Now he's a drug lover
Just like my brother drove rogue
We like the feelings
Brothers kill ya see you to your mothers
I smoke that ashes on your fucking corpses
I'm on that claim other than that
Meal 6 courses full open
Follow boss's Rolls Royce's
See a stretch limo
Follow them in secret compartment
They say that zone 6
And I'm Bob Marley
I'll smoke this
On my own garden

Baby you a drug
Baby you a drug
Baby you a drug
This lady you a drug
Baby you a drug
Baby you a drug
I fell in love with drugs
I fell in love with drugs
Baby you a drug
Baby you a drug
I fell in love with drugs