Blame Dem Drugz lyrics

[Intro]
(I love you, Ryo)

[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz]
b*tch, you better blame them drugs, I'm off Wockhardt
Got that CVS, I'm evil, but you ain't seen the demon yet
He talkin' crazy, but he can't see his semen yet
G40, n*gga hop out with that Glock 19, n*gga, right here
Mm, seventeen bands for my bond, n*ggas ain't think that I'd really make bail
I ain't even feel like makin' this song, n*gga, I ain't got sh*t to do else
Let me take care my kid, hope my son do well
Up the Glock on them n*ggas, make them white folks pale
Mm, what the f*ck we gon' do? I got a hundred questions
If I can't get through thе front door with my Glock, then I don't even wanna comе in
If I can't shoot out the roof of the Mercedes, I don't even want that Benz
Huh, nobody got my back, huh, I don't even want no friends
Glock 19 Gen5, huh, better not drop that diss
AMG Benz gon' slide, huh, all of my windows got tints, huh
All of my b*tches got bent, huh, I don't even gotta pay rent, huh
I'ma just do it again and do it again, it's hood
Ice on my wrist, n*gga, this whole thing a brick, huh, I'm like, "Brr"
5.56 or the 7.62 finna hit your ass up like grr
Bad lil' b*tch wanna f*ck my band, huh, I'm like, "Sure"
When you become a vamp, it ain't no cure
I'm too far gone, hell nah, I can't steer, huh
I'ma run through a bag for it in that b*tch, n*gga get to it
I was only locked up for six months, n*gga, this lil' ho blew it, huh, huh
Tryna make money, n*gga, hit my jack if you got Truist
Leave a few, then get a Blu-Ray
f*ckin' on slow b*tches, they just stupid
I'm eighteen, I'm tryna get the money, I ain't out, don't even like ridin' fishbowl
If the ride fishbowl, I won't even get on
Buy a new pair, got some blood on my Rick Owens
Uh, ask about the whip, b*tch, this ride is stolen
I'm gon' roll a n*gga 'bout the folks, n*gga, I ain't goin'
n*gga brought a deuce of Wock', n*gga better pour it, huh
b*tch, my stick can't see, huh, I call the ho Japanese, huh
We swing the curb in the hood, that boy Swiss cheese, huh
I got a fetish for the money, I get needy
I'm gon' bring it out 'round my brothers, I'm not greedy, huh, huh
n*gga came through the hood twice, gotta flip his whip, woah
Hell nah, I don't trust that sh*t
f*ck this life, I'll take off in a blimp
f*ck that b*tch, I got others, I'm pimp
n*gga, he pus*y, get smoked like nic', huh
Extortin' not normal, this sh*t got a twist
Hundreds and fifties the only thing that I miss
Mm, roll the leaf, got good gas, son, got racks on me
We got Xan', got Perc', got X, got everything, don't OD, hmm
I'm just doin' it by myself 'cause no one believin' in me
Rap on the beat 'cause in real life, nobody listen to me (Yeah)
[Verse 2: OsamaSon]
You ain't gon' pop that sh*t, uh, yeah, I do it
Lil' freak b*tch love my music
f*ck them drugs, know I abuse it
Codeine I'm doin'
I bet I'm two in
And this b*tch wan' cry
Yeah, this sh*t movin'
I love flexin' new bands
I love, I love flexin' new bands
And we not f*ckin' with new friends
This b*tch tryna get out
That money make my di*k hard
This b*tch got me p*ssed off
New money, new pistol
Five-SeveN blow like a whistle
I got hoes sayin', "I miss you"
b*tch get up, b*tch wanna see the Flex
I'm geeked up too, but I ain't gon' judge you, I ain't gon' trip like that
n*gga, I don't need your help, do this sh*t myself, n*gga, better know yourself
Think the opps gon' fail
Better hand bro somethin', I won't fail
Yeah, yeah
This b*tch gon' see these diamonds, they gon' fall out, I can tell
I'm just flexin', yeah, yeah
I got Perc' 10 and Perc' 15 and something else, they not for sale, yeah
Know this b*tch gon' rock out for sure
I'm too f*cked, go for the floor
Yeah, I was f*ckin' on all those hoes
But you the one, I'm already knowin'
Glock 23 jumpin' like Jordan
Big-ass FN, b*tch keep blowin'
I'm the biggest, you already know it
I'm the biggest, you already know it
They say, "Slime, keep goin'"
Yeah, I used to flex with no bands
Now a n*gga can't even name four friends
Get motion and see more ends
My slime geeked up, keep pourin'
I ain't double my cup, got one, man
Get a hundred-plus, yeah, go dumb, man
Get a hundred-plus, yeah, go dumb, man
Go dumb, man
I'm with Spaz, go dumb, man
Lil' O, yeah, he go dumb, man
Go dumb, man
I'm with Spaz, go dumb, man
Lil' O, yeah, he go dumb, man