[Intro: DrugRixh Hect & DrugRixh Paco]
DrugRixh
Yeah, I get the bags in for the cheap
[Chorus: DrugRixh Hect]
I'm at the spot, yeah, we sell there
Drug paraphernalia everywhere
If you came from nothing, you wouldn't play fair
Fully loaded, I be draped up
How you the man and you ain't having no paper?
Every day, I smoke exotic flavor
I got this sh*t out of trap
I ain't never asked a n*gga for favors
I know you ain't built for the streets
You gon' drown what this sh*t get deep
Got a hundred rounds, b*tch, I'm playing for keeps
Bands in the city, got them for the cheap
I hopped out with Saint Laurent's on my feet
I come and do business, ain't no meet and greet
I'm your b*tch's favorite rapper and trapper
I got them bags in for the cheap
[Verse 1: DrugRixh Paco]
Watch how I drip on these n*ggas
They say I get high like a pelican
They say that my n*gga the realest
They say I'm a star
'Cause under that bullsh*t they talking, I swear that my n*gga done hit
And if it's a brawl
I'll air that b*tch out and them .223 bullets, you know you gon' feel it
And out with the mob
Run up my digits, if you want some money, my n*gga, let's get it
See, I got that sack
On with some killing, my n*gga, and we chop it up in the back
You say that's a nine?
Well, this a chopper, my n*gga, yeah, we ride around with them MACs
This just in
I f*cked around with [?] and spent that sh*t all around my neck
We're riding in Hondas
I got me some bricks and I'm finna cash out on the Vette
[Chorus: DrugRixh Hect]
I'm at the spot, yeah, we sell there
Drug paraphernalia everywhere
If you came from nothing, you wouldn't play fair
Fully loaded, I be draped up
How you the man and you ain't having no paper?
Every day, I smoke exotic flavor
I got this sh*t out of trap
I ain't never asked a n*gga for favors
I know you ain't built for the streets
You gon' drown what this sh*t get deep
Got a hundred rounds, b*tch, I'm playing for keeps
Bands in the city, got them for the cheap
I hopped out with Saint Laurent's on my feet
I come and do business, ain't no meet and greet
I'm your b*tch's favorite rapper and trapper
I got them bags in for the cheap
[Verse 2: DrugRixh Hect]
I get them bags for the cheap
I'm supplying up the streets
I took the top off the drop
When I'm sliding through the streets
And I walk around with knots
Probably got your b*tch with me
[?] belt, the shoes was Fendi
Every Glock around me extended
You smoking 25, mine different
Auto 45, real picky
I'm in the street, I trap for real with it
You're in the house or in the field with it
You go against it, you're a victim
I'ma send shots and let everybody feel them
Sew up the block, I'ma put drugs in every building
Everybody gon' be drug dealing
[Chorus: DrugRixh Hect]
I'm at the spot, yeah, we sell there
Drug paraphernalia everywhere
If you came from nothing, you wouldn't play fair
Fully loaded, I be draped up
How you the man and you ain't having no paper?
Every day, I smoke exotic flavor
I got this sh*t out of trap
I ain't never asked a n*gga for favors
I know you ain't built for the streets
You gon' drown what this sh*t get deep
Got a hundred rounds, b*tch, I'm playing for keeps
Bands in the city, got them for the cheap
I hopped out with Saint Laurent's on my feet
I come and do business, ain't no meet and greet
I'm your b*tch's favorite rapper and trapper
I got them bags in for the cheap