Gin and Drugs (feat. Problem)

Uh, uh, uh

Aw, eh

Oh

Uh

Up in this bitch and we all faded

Fuck 'bout a bitch, no we don't save her

Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing

It's money over hoes, no, I'm no stranger

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Gin 'n' drugs

Gin 'n' drugs

Gin 'n' drugs

Gin 'n' drugs

Gin 'n' drugs

Gin 'n' drugs

Gin 'n' drugs

We got gin 'n' drugs

Only on gin and them drugs

I walked into the club about ten

And then, dawg, I'm not kiddin' when I tell you

If you came with yo' bitch

Then this the end of my car

Push-start the end and let's start from the beginnin'

With a young **** from the the 'Burgh

Smokin' weed, gettin' money

Fuck what you heard

Know they hate, 'cause I'm flyer than I ever been

High offa medicine

If a bitch bad, her ass phat, I'll prolly let her in

Ball so fuckin' hard I need a letterman

Thaw a couple **** that I'm better than

Pussy, I don't sweat it, or the money, 'cause I get it

Taylor Gang on top

Just remember that I said it

Fuck this **** bitch, grab my shit, then I jet it

Up in this bitch and we all faded

Fuck 'bout a bitch, no we don't save her

Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing

It's money over hoes, no, I'm no stranger

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Gin 'n' drugs

Gin 'n' drugs

Gin 'n' drugs

Gin 'n' drugs

Gin 'n' drugs

Gin 'n' drugs

Gin 'n' drugs

We got gin 'n' drugs

We got

Baby, it's fuck day

Who wanna bang?

Even though I had some right 'fore I came

It's lit, though, girl

You ain't fuckin' what you here for

Got at least three zips rolled, all ready

We just brought another jar waiting

Gin 'n' drugs got me feelin' like a car hitting

'Round 6am once I hit my den

Didn't have a rubber, so she got to feel the skin

Money stacked, stacked high, bruh

This don't bend

What's up with yo' friend?

(Biatch!)

(Oh, yah, yah, yah)

Feelin' like Mitch when the light hit him

Married to the money, let the rice hit 'em

Up in this bitch and we all faded

Fuck 'bout a bitch, no we don't save her

Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing

It's money over hoes, no, I'm no stranger

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Gin 'n' drugs

Gin 'n' drugs

Gin 'n' drugs

Gin 'n' drugs

Gin 'n' drugs

Gin 'n' drugs

Gin 'n' drugs

We got gin 'n' drugs (We got!)