It’s A Drought lyrics

[Chorus: FattMack]
I'm a hundred K up, I'm nineteen, can't no n*gga f*ck with me
She give me face, I roll my weed, now all these b*tches f*ck for free
I got KRISS Vector on my Glock, clip pokin' out, you ain't gon' duck this heat
I know these n*ggas wan' be me, my life ain't hard, I do this sh*t with ease
I pop Percocets, smoke rapper weed, it cost to get this high
This b*tch hurt my soul, she threw out all my pills and it's a drought
Cut off all my hoes, I ain't have time to see 'em and hit they town
They wasn't listenin' 'til I went and put these emeralds in my mouth

[Verse 1: FattMack]
Heard the feds was on my trail, take all thе switches out my house, yeah
Plеnty times you broke my trust, but you still here 'cause you my dog
I won't fuss, it ain't no us, you ain't gon' f*ck, then you gettin' out
Take all my L's like I take dubs, with my chin up and my chest out
Picked up my cup and put my feelings down, I'm feelin' fine
When I get too high, I don't like nobody 'round, these n*ggas slimy
Really went got rich, that sh*t was perfect timin', look at me now
When Smack had died, you made it kinda hard for me to smile
Feel like it's easy to go and do something wrong, it's hard to do what's right
You held me down, I did you wrong, you had it hard, now you my wife
When I wasn't worth it, now sh*t perfect, it was hard to be in my life
When I was young, out havin' fun, I'm comin' home, you tryna fight, yeah

[Chorus: FattMack]
I'm a hundred K up, I'm nineteen, can't no n*gga f*ck with me
She give me face, I roll my weed, now all these b*tches f*ck for free
I got KRISS Vector on my Glock, clip pokin' out, you ain't gon' duck this heat
I know these n*ggas wan' be me, my life ain't hard, I do this sh*t with ease
I pop Percocets, smoke rapper weed, it cost to get this high
This b*tch hurt my soul, she threw out all my pills and it's a drought
Cut off all my hoes, I ain't have time to see 'em and hit they town
They wasn't listenin' 'til I went and put these emeralds in my mouth
[Verse 2: Jay Montana]
You ain't with this, you a witness, I push pounds, I like fitness
Count a dub out for my dentist, how you want it? Blues or twenties?
I don't care 'bout who pretendin' or who hatin' because we winnin'
I don't care, she could be fine as hell, she f*ck off and she finished
I ain't just flexin', n*gga, test me, watch how quick this sh*t get hectic
I don't f*ck on hoes, they messy, bae might kill me if she catch me
I really took that sh*t to heart you did, to you, it might be petty
I might just fly out the country, bro can't come 'cause he a felon
Yeah, they thought sh*t was funny, I was tryna stack my money
I got rich as hell, just hit my cell and you know that I'm comin'
I used to rap, said I was cap, yeah, they had jokes, now sh*t ain't funny
I really slide, I really trap, live what I rap, just go ask Pumpkin

[Chorus: FattMack]
I'm a hundred K up, I'm nineteen, can't no n*gga f*ck with me
She give me face, I roll my weed, now all these b*tches f*ck for free
I got KRISS Vector on my Glock, clip pokin' out, you ain't gon' duck this heat
I know these n*ggas wan' be me, my life ain't hard, I do this sh*t with ease
I pop Percocets, smoke rapper weed, it cost to get this high
This b*tch hurt my soul, she threw out all my pills and it's a drought
Cut off all my hoes, I ain't have time to see 'em and hit they town
They wasn't listenin' 'til I went and put these emeralds in my mouth

[Outro: FattMack]
On God
They wasn't listenin' 'til I went and put these emeralds in my mouth
I cut off all my hoes, ain't have time to see 'em and hit they town, yeah
Fatt
Yeah