Legal Drugs lyrics

[Intro: 3200 Tre]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
It's Thirty, huh
What up? What up, Sav?
Huh, it's Thirty, come on
Hm, it's Thirty–

[Verse 1: 3200 Tre]
Hm, I just hit my n*gga R, like let me get a bag
Hm, you shouldn't really be around, if you couldn't flip a bag
Hm, that sh*t crazy, I ain't never seen my sister dad
Hm, you ain't posted in a while, you must be livin' bad
Hm, I can't rap about no fake sh*t, this real life
Huh, she like, "Why your diamonds hit like that?" This real ice
Huh, I don't gotta hide my sh*t, I get real likes
Hm, be careful when you hittin' this one, this b*tch will bite
Huh, don't call my phone about nothing 'cause I don't like to talk
Hm, I wish the drugs I bought was legal, I'll write 'em off
Hm, we can't argue through no text, I don't type at all
Huh, you don't know sh*t about no Perc, you buyin' Tylenol's

[Verse 2: AllStar JR]
Need them 'bows and you order more than fifty, get with me
Ask them hoes in your city, spent a Richie on titties
Rock and roll with the bag, had the mini with Fendi
Used to love my lil' b*tch, but that was in the beginning
I pull this leg all on her, she couldn't run from the di*k
If a n*gga lose a leg, he better run me my sh*t
Whipping up, don't know what's crying, my son or this brick
Oh, your daddy was a ho, boy, you's a son of a b*tch
Somebody call Swanson, got a skeleton wrist
Boy, who addy is you usin'? 'Fore I mail you this sh*t
You put a baby in that girl, and done embarrassed the b*tch
Now you payin' the rat bills, gotta carry this b*tch
[Verse 3: 3200 Tre]
I don't like the fame, they see me and be starin' and sh*t
That boy ain't never seen a 'bow, you can't compare me to him
They ain't know I had a weapon, it's a chair in this b*tch
All I think about is money, I don't care for a b*tch
Hm, I don't think that you should say it if you don't mean it
Huh, you shouldn't come and play with us, you got the wrong people
Hm, you went and bought the parts for it, you got the clone dealer
How you sippin' twelve but still be hittin' sales? You a strong leaner
Hm, I ain't never played the band, but I be drummin' sh*t
Huh, this Glock hot, to carry this, you need an oven mitt
This the one stop shop, I got a bunch of sh*t
Hm, I just knocked a million streams off my bucket list