D.R.U.G. lyrics

[Verse 1: Tom MacDonald]
I'm not a as*h*le, that's my ego
He knows me, and you ain't equal
Go ahead and call me evil, yeah
I don't f*ck with many people
I ain't playing any games, say it to my face, hate me 'cause the braids
Pull up, pull up with that energy, I swear you catch a fade
I made like 20k today, don't give a single f*ck, okay?
All the money in the world, Tom MacDonald never changed
I know what I'm worth, the life I deserve is finally manifesting in my work
My mama told me I'd be famous, I guess I've been being humble 'cause of her
I want revenge, I want respect, I want a billion dollars and a Benz
I want a coffin full of all my enemies, I want all these rappers severed heads
This a big, big mood
I'm making big, big moves
I got a big, big ego
I got a big di*k too
I'm at the top right now, everybody want my style
Stepping on a rare spaceship to declare invasion, got my hair braided, diamonds in my smile
Like a bare naked millionaire wasted in his parents' basement, taming crocodiles
I became dangerous from the bank statements, 'cause my name famous, I been going viral
They're praying I'll lose it quick, too bad I'm stupid lit
I got Gucci shoes I bought, I never used, I'll put the Gucci kicks to your Gucci lips
Then put my Gucci feet to your Gucci head, you'll get Gucci beat till your Gucci dead
I will Gucci stomp on my Gucci clothes till I'm Gucci gone and your Gucci ghost
Ooh-ayy
Whole crew big like Wu-Tang
My neck look like 2 Chainz
Money Bic like butane, ooh-ayy, whoa
Tatted my face and my hands and my arms and my legs and my ribs and my back, ha
Thank God I rap; even if I wanted a job, I could never go back
Whoa, every buck I owe I paid off in full
Life I chose made me like it knows I'm worth my weight in gold
Only hoes keep enemies close; way I move, it shows
Got two money trees a hundred feet, I carve my name in both
Neck is froze, teeth all glow, cocaine rich without the blow
People that you call celebrities are blowing up my phone, f*ck off
[Chorus: Tom MacDonald & MadChild]
Dopest rappers under God
Dopest rappers under God
Dopest rappers under God
I swear to God it's like a drug
Dopest rappers under God
Dopest rappers under God
Dopest rappers under God
I swear to God it's like a drug

[Verse 2: MadChild]
I'm on a roll, I'm getting swoll, I gotta go, yeah, yeah
He just a troll, I'm still a pro, I'll f*ck his hoe, yeah, yeah
I'm moody, don't f*ck with me, I don't need you to accompany me
My noodle is voodoo, it's broke and no joke in my brains, I'm a damn pharmaceutical company
Who gonna come from me? I'll just stand up, I bet you gonna run from me
I got these rappers all grumpy as sh*t, "f*ck it, he's back, man, that son of a b*tch"
Ayy, my ego the size of the sky, look up and see my face
These rappers, they wanna be me, and their girlfriends, they wanna know how the f*ck I taste
I don't trust a hoe, I just f*ck a hoe
I don't like the dude, I say: "f*ck your flow"
I do what I want, I get lots of cash
I don't really care where the f*ck I go
I gotta finish this deal, I got a weapon concealed, I'm gonna get this few mil, Netflix and chill
Anyone get in my way, you gon' get yourself killed
I got the sauce, you got that juice that is Minute Maid, I just come back to intimidate
This game full of pus*y, pit pus*y can f*ck on my di*k, I just come back to penetrate
Still rep red and white, I don't call police
MadChild out the cage, someone woke the beast
Also red and white, that's a make-believe
Double cheese for me, that's a staple piece
Millions, and millions, and millions, and millions of dollars I made
Now I am back and you all are afraid
Mad is a boss, I show up when I want, no one calling it late
Man, these b*tches are spoiled
She loco, this pollo, these b*tches ain't loyal
I'm vicious, I'm digging a ditch in the soil
Then I'm gon' p*ss on this b*tch in that soil
Tom, just grab your coat, they want that but smoke
Mad just have you wolf, not your average G.O.A.T
What an ensemble, couple of bad f*cking hombres
Got so much blood on my hands, and my money is dirty, can handle a laundry
You walk around like a zombie
I'll take 'em back to you calmly
Did so much drugs in my life
And turn my brain to an omelet
I run it up like a gauntlet
Welcome to my house, it's haunted
Last year I didn't feel wanted
Yeah, well, f*ck you, b*tch
[Chorus: Tom MacDonald & MadChild]
Dopest rappers under God
Dopest rappers under God
Dopest rappers under God
I swear to God it's like a drug
Dopest rappers under God
Dopest rappers under God
Dopest rappers under God
I swear to God it's like a drug