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Drug Ring
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Drug Ring was released on July 6, 2023 by TF Entertainment as a part of the album The Biggest Shred
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Release DateJuly 6, 2023
LabelTF Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Veeze
Veeze
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Victor Sumler
Victor Sumler
Songwriter

Lyrics

(1-800 for you)
Stop rappin' my life, ****
Ayy
When I say I'm finna crank it up, I'm freezin' up these water P's
I'm finna take a trip to Bangkok and get some poppy seeds
All my money come USD, the blow Chinese
I'm done duckin' the FBDs, tell 'em come indict me
Bro showed me the ropes and I got caught up in the drug ring
If one fall, then we pass the ball like it's rugby
That acetol stretch an eight-ball to a Kobe
When it's time to play ball, Lonnie do the coaching
We gon' get some money off that lane before we smokin'
Three different lanes, three different drugs rollin' (Shred)
Fuck the Benz off a 'caine playin' green, brought the roll (Shred)
Nine off that purple rain with your rapper bands on me
I'm back on that time, tuck that shit 'cause I'm a Jackboy
Lost a lil' bit, couple Shreds got me back goin'
Catch me in the city, bitch, you know the strap pokin'
If I ever hit a ****, got what he was askin' for
Big Drac', wouldn't even think I'm skinny
Call me Uncle 2 Glocks, I get active with the glizzies
Shit, I'm the one that turned a rapper to a news clip
Thirty hangin' out the fin like a pool stick
Press me must mean he pressed 'bout a bitch
Press me, guaranteed he won't press it again
Press sleep, then his ass goin' sleeping with the fishes
It's all fun and games 'til I'm creepin' with this pistol, ****
Fell in love with makin' all the Glocks automatic
Bro, I ain't killin' for no money, I think it's his passion
It's five hundred in my cup, got expensive habits
Put a 30 on his head, tell him fuck the cameras
Sandwich bags, baking soda in the kitchen cabinet
Boy, that lil'-ass advance, spent that shit on fashion
My **** into Shred, shreddin' when I'm askin'
You go against the mob, we'll kill your family
I earned a lot of stripes shootin' blues down to Cincinnati
I know that the feds watch our moves, they can never catch me
He only want a 'bow, boy, you coppin' petty
My plug got so much sand, think we in Miami
Written by: Victor Sumler
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