Doped Up Ina Hills lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Honcho got the sauce)

[Verse]
I made a hundred off lil' girly, I spent ten racks
And she'll throw a fit and beg for dog 'cause she don't sniff crack
But I'll take the white, hit it with bro and I love to mismatch
On Christmas I was out runnin' through houses, where the gifts at?
Hold on, I'm finna go and drop a n*gga, where the blick at?
Girly trippin', keep on showin' up at the crib like where the di*k at?
b*tch, I can't deal with you today, where your friend at?
Just tell her bang my line and pull up on me, get her wig snatched
I got a thousand pack all pressed pill, just give me ten racks
If I catch a n*gga up closе to check his temp', I bet hе feel that
I just shot a n*gga ten times, where his grill at?
I know a b*tch who doped up in the hills, where the pills at?
This n*gga dipped his cigarette had flav', but it still wet
I could throw a 60 in a standard 30, it's the Kel-Tec
I was gon' hit a slab two times, but it's still wet
My dog could set one play and kill ten opps, you playin' real chess
Yeah, I remember days bein' a class flunky
I was leavin' school to post up shop, b*tch, I'm a trap junkie
We'd catch him in the alley and take his life, it's gettin' back for me
I got lil' girly bouncin' on the di*k, she a black bunny
Hah, yeah, she a black bunny
I gave girly the di*k, she fell in love and got a Scat for me
Then she tatted my name across her chest, she got attached to me
I'll look her in the eyes, snatch her heart out and give it back to her
I'm finna hit the trap and dance on work, I need a plaque sooner
I went to drop a n*gga with an old chop 'cause the MAC newer
I f*cked her off a Perc' for eighteen hours, so her back sore
And I'll have girly set you up, now you got backdoored
How gangnem hit the crib to press cocaine, we got crack tours
I can teach you how to catch a n*gga up close, bro, I'm a lack lord
I'm f*ckin' shorty, can't even bust a nut, I wanna fast-forward
We'll catch you in that b*tch with all-black tints in the fast forward
I just came across some clean, I'm finna remake it
It ain't lock it up to let it sit, and then cremate it
But if you wanna step on pills, it got three stages
My fiend just hit the crib, I laced him up, but I don't need laces
I made my white b*tch mad, she said, "n*gga", but she ain't even racist
I done f*cked around and shocked her in her sh*t, now she need braces
I told her I'm a young n*gga who killin', b*tch, I'm three-faced
n*ggas be braggin' 'bout gettin' sat down, fightin' weak cases