I Need More Drugs lyrics

[Intro]
To Bass be the glory

[Verse 1: Bass Santana]
Look, I done f*cked around and turned your daughter to a eater, yeah
If my baby cheating on me, I don't really need her, yeah
Ugly motherf*cker got the pretty hoes dreaming, yeah
I can't help myself, no, I was always out here scheming, yeah
Bass God, Bass God, Bass God, Bass, yeah
I could wash my pain away with drugs to the face
I could front your ass at least a dub if he's straight
I won't make deliveries unless it's an eighth
On my di*k, on my di*k, I'm a mean ass n*gga
You don't rap, you ain't real, you a green ass n*gga
I got pack, I got pack, I got loud, loud, loud
I don't trap, b*tch I juug
It go down, down, down
Hold up
Eat the pus*y, leave her ass behind like yesterday
I got the track, we could text today
Pull out the pack and I flex a J, Lord knows, knows
I don't f*ck with you, it ain't no need to speculate
I bring his b*tch into the base
I got that voodoo for you, baby
I got the shooters going crazy
I let them do the illustration
I'm in the mood, I'm hella faded
You're my pursuit like Will and Jaden
I must remove the text you gave me
You know my main investigating
I got the acid, I'm amazing
I gotta laugh when I'm sedated
Hold on, I'm on point, I'm on point, pull up
Hopping through the county, I've been tryna make a move up
Never been a sober motherf*cker, hallelujah
I'm the one that showed a motherf*cker how to do it
Run up on a other n*gga, ever been a gutter n*gga
Caught him with the cutter, had to cut a n*gga up bih
Who got the funk? Who got the pack?
Just hit me up, I'll hit you back
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Young n*gga, young n*gga, young lit n*gga
No sh*t, I was with your b*tch, she was lit, n*gga
No flex, they the ones who slept on some real n*ggas
Hit me on my motherf*cking line, I could serve you up
Like, hit me on my motherf*cking line, I could serve you up
Like hit me on my motherf*cking line, I could serve you up
Like young n*gga, young n*gga, young lit n*gga
Hit me on my motherf*cking line, I could serve you up
Like

[Verse 2: $ki Mask The Slump God]
Dolemite, dynamite, galactic your ass tonight
Acid trip manager, I spy a K tonight
Jugular, jugular, slice it with pocket knife
I want your mother now, cougar my di*k tonight
I been charged up like some Powerade, Broward made
Throwin' shade at you like a bucket hat, mmm
Minute Maid, OJ, light aid, risk worth
n*ggas hatin' on me, what the f*ck is that? Mm
Yo' b*tch confuse you like riddle, mm
You n*ggas sticky like maple, mmm
.40 tug tight like a cradle, mm
Fantasy, I'm yo' b*tch faithful, mm
She suck like vampire, I stake her, mmm
Build-A-Bear Workshop, I take her, mm
Beat the pus*y like I hate her, mm
She sniff that white but no Quaker, mmm
Take him, meet his maker, As-Salaam-Alaikum
I just want the paper quick like a pus*y
Fall in like a laker, big di*k like an acre
I need more drugs in the pot, b*tch I'm cooking
Dancing with the Stars, my diamonds shining
And it couldn't be a better timing, mm
n*gga call your barber, your line is frowning
Fade away, fade away the climate, ew
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Young n*gga, young n*gga, young lit n*gga
No sh*t, I was with your b*tch, she was lit, n*gga
No flex, they the ones who slept on some real n*ggas
Hit me on my motherf*cking line, I could serve you up
Like, hit me on my motherf*cking line, I could serve you up
Like hit me on my motherf*cking line, I could serve you up
Like young n*gga, young n*gga, young lit n*gga
Hit me on my motherf*cking line, I could serve you up
Like...

[Bridge: Bass Santana]
I need more drugs (My motherf*cking line)
You need more drugs (Hol' up, Hol' up)
We need more drugs, yo, yo (My motherf*cking line)
Look, I need more drugs (My motherf*cking line)
You need more drugs (Ay)
We need more drugs, yo, yo (Hol' up, Hol' up)
I need more drugs (Ay)
You need more drugs, yeah (Whachu say?)
We need more drugs (Hol' up, hol' up)
Hold on, I need more drugs, yeah (Ay)
You need more drugs, yeah
We need more drugs (Whachu say?)

[Outro]
Bass, n*gga, hol' on
Bass, n*gga, hol' on
I need more drugs
You need more drugs, hey
We need more drugs
Bass, hol' on, hey
Bass, bass, bass, bass, n*gga
On my f*cking 20 what you owe me boy
On my f*cking 20, n*gga