Drogas lyrics

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Stephen the King
Open a book and I live in a shoe 'cause I ride like Christine
Trill black teen
Killing the [?], witnesses leaving the scene
I'm running with men and the Gods and the Kings
Aquarius'Killa the murder-machine
Bam-bam-bam when I'm c*cking the beam
Plus a lot that I spent on that lean
Word, leaving this sh*t in the dirt after he came from a church
Riding a hearse, Curry the Killer, the curse, putting my di*k in her skirt
Making her squirt 'cause she love it, polite, LeToya Luckett
Sing on my di*k then I kick her like a bucket
But Raider ain't dying, Killer Curry keep 'em crying
Cry me a river, then drag them to the river
Then I make them quiver shiver, that n*gga make them quiver, cold
And Denzel Curry, I'm in my motherf*cking mode

[Chorus: Speak]
Yo, how many b*tches do you got inside the hatchback? ('Back)
How much money can you stuff inside a knapsack? (Sack)
I need a couple Happy Meals and a lapdance
sh*t, I ain't hard to please (Please)
What kind of gun do you hide inside your shoebox? ('Box)
Do you still hide money in your tube socks? (Socks)
You ever lick a few shots at a new cop? (Blaow, blaow, blaow)
sh*t, now bring 'em up to speed (Blaow, blaow)
[Verse 2: Mike Dece]
No more Xannies, b*tch, there's just a cup of alcohol
Mix it with some juicy juice and take that sh*t with Adderall
Sip the shake until my liver breaks, f*ck her in her little face
And afterwards, I take all of the sh*t she makes
There's cocaine on her dinner plate
She snorts until her motherf*cking vision pixelates
Ask the b*tch if she wanted a giant di*k to taste
And when she says yes I'll beat that pus*y till it f*cking breaks
I come in this b*tch, likin' the pus*y I'm lickin' on, f*ckin' and rubbing the clit
Don't give a f*ck or a sh*t, Raider the klan you know that we running this sh*t
Triple the six, meant it to sell at VA, now it's at 90 to 6
Spitting this sh*t like I come with a lisp, truthfully, b*tches just c*m on the big di*k
And it's all in her lips
Enough of this sh*t let's go back to the crib
Came in the crib with a couple of clips
Close on my left there's a gun on my hip
Swag and I'm running a b*tch
Hotter than a f*cking brick
Off timing, f*ck a rhyme scheme, I'm just grinding

[Chorus: Speak]
Yo, how many b*tches do you got inside the hatchback? ('Back)
How much money can you stuff inside a knapsack? (Sack)
I need a couple Happy Meals and a lapdance
sh*t, I ain't hard to please (Please)
What kind of gun do you hide inside your shoebox? ('Box)
Do you still hide money in your tube socks? (Socks)
You ever lick a few shots at a new cop? (Blaow, blaow, blaow)
sh*t, now bring 'em up to speed (Blaow, blaow)
[Bridge: Lofty305]
Girl, I want your pus*y
Your pus*y feels beautiful to me
And when I'm inside that pus*y
The future is all I can see

[Verse 3: Lofty305]
Sliding up in it
Lofty305 gon' f*ck you 'til you finish
'Til you finish and it's diminished
Then I'ma keep stroking to get my nut in
Then I'ma slap your ass on your fat butt, baby girl
Yeah, you know you wanna just suck it
Because you so fine like LeToya Luckett
It's getting red, Lofty305, I pimp fat
With the mad f*ckin' honeybuns
Plenty honey [?]
Plenty hundies in my wallet, son
Lofty305 got all these b*tches, yeah
I got the broads and now they're on, son
Like It's N64, yeah, n*gga, ch'yeah
1996, all my n*ggas finish

[Verse 4: Ruben Slikk]
305 Dade county where a n*gga live
Bust a nut, cover up her face with jizz
Bust a nut, teabag that dirty sl*t
f*ck the b*tch in the coochie, mouth, and the butt
Three holes so you know you gotta fill 'em all
Hit every f*cking ho, drink the alcohol
Tell that b*tch, "Drink the alcohol or the get the ball"
Put that b*tch up on the tub, now she's so far
Gone on all up in the room, butt-naked dancing
Now the ho butt-naked and she booty shaking
Oh sh*t, now that sh*t done turned on
Good music so the b*tch finna suck my dong
Suck my shlong, what I told to a Jewish ho
[Outro: Ruben Slikk]
Aw, I was gonna rip it