D.R.U.G.

I'm not a asshole, that's my ego He knows me and you ain't equal Go ahead and call me Dee-bo I don't fuck with many people I ain't playin' 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 fuck, 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 worth My mama told me I'll be famous I guess I've been bein' humble because of her I want revenge, I want respect I want a billion dollars and a Benz I want a convoy full of all my enemies I want all these rappers severed heads It's a big, big move, I'm makin' big, big moves I got a big, big ego, I got a big dick too I'm at the top right now, everybody want my style Stepin' on a rare spaceship to declare invasion Got my hair braided, diamonds in my smile Like a bare naked millionaire wasted in his parent's basement Taming crocodiles I became dangerous from the bank statements 'Cause my name's famous, I been goin' viral They're prayin' I'll lose it quick Too bad I'm stupid lit I got Gucci shoes I bought I never use Gon' put the Gucci kicks through your Gucci lips Put my Gucci feet to your Gucci head You'll get Gucci beat 'til your Gucci dead I will Gucci stomp on my Gucci clothes 'Til 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, baby like it knows I'm worth my weight in gold Only hoes keep enemy's clothes They all move at shoes Got two money trees a hundred feet I carve my name both Like these froze, these all gold, colgaine quick without the blow People that you call celebrities are blowin' up my phone Fuck off Dopest rappers under God (What?) Dopest rappers under God (What?) Dopest rappers under God I swear to God it's like a drug (Yeah) Dopest rappers under God (What?) Dopest rappers under God (What?) Dopest rappers under God I swear to God it's like a drug (Yeah) I'm on a roll, I'm gettin' swoll I gotta go, yeah, yeah He just a crow, I'm still a pro I fuck his hoe, yeah, yeah I'm moody don't fuck with me I don't need you to accompany me My noodle is boo-doo, it's broke and no joke An my brain's with them 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 shit Fuck,it is batman, that son of a bitch Ayy, my ego the size of the sky (Yeah) Look up and see my face (Wow) These rappers they wanna be me and their Girlfriends they wanna know how the fuck I taste I don't trust a hoe I just fuck a hope I don't like a dude I say fuck your flow I do what I want, I get lots of cash I don't really care where the fuck I go I gotta finish this deal, I got a weapon concealed I'm gonna get this three mil Netflix and chill, anyone get in my way you can 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 pussy but pussy get Fuck on my dick I just go back to penetrate Still rep red and white, I don't call police MadChild out the gate, 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 of dollars I made Now I am back and you all are afraid Maddis a bossom I show up when I want no one call it late Man these bitches are spoiled She look at this poil these bitches ain't loyal I'm vicious I'm digging indigenous soil Then I'm gonna' piss on this bitch in the soil Tom just grab your coat, they want that but slow Mad just have you wolf, not your average G.O.A.T What an ensemble Couple of bad fuckin' hombres (Yeah) Got so much blood on my hands and my Money is dirty can handle a laundry (Yeah) You walk around like a zombie (Yeah) I'll take 'em back to you calmly (Yeah) 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 fuck you bitch Dopest rappers under God (What?) Dopest rappers under God (What?) Dopest rappers under God I swear to God it's like a drug (Yeah) Dopest rappers under God (What?) Dopest rappers under God (What?) Dopest rappers under God