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grindhard e - drug talk lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
good lookin’, sav

[verse]
ain’t never had no real plug, i put myself on
thought i was doin’ sh+t right, but it went left on me
white boy was buyin’ all my pills, now he do meth only
i had to cut his ass off ’cause he might tell on me
when i used to sell dope, i ain’t step on it
straight drop have ’em comin’ back, goin’ in debt for it
one time, i gave unc’ a gram, i got some tech for it
fronted auntie some dope, i got her check for it
my n+gga beat an m on camera, he got the best lawyer
sent my b+tch to go make my plays, she a transporter
unc’ used to turn the soft hard, he a transformer
i just drunk a pint of red, now i’m transformin’
don’t hit my line askin’ what i got if you ain’t payin’ for it
my clientele all white people because they pay more
black motherf+ckers always complainin’, always come short
that’s really why i don’t deal with black people no more
this lil’ b+tch said she wanna f+ck me ’cause i’m so short
feelin’ good today, i let caresha and kelly come short
cussed they ass out, i said that better not happen no more
i don’t know how unc’ cook the dope and ain’t use no fork
my n+gga actin’ stingy with his eight, i only want four
i told him, “f+ck it, drop a deuce, what you want for it?”
he let me get a sniff of the drank, it’s for sure morton
we dropped an eight in a two, it look so gorgeous
all i do is get high, my b+tch said i’m so boring
i told her she ain’t doin’ sh+t, she can come join me
i just popped a percocet, now i’ma be so h+rny
unc’ still buy big+ass clothes, man, he so corny
i just copped a hundred pills, i only sold forty
my white boy gon’ give me extra if i hold forty
i got twenty of ’em left, they gon’ be gone shortly
my white girl just called and said, “i need twenty in the morning”
now they all gone
in my contacts lookin’ around tryna find moe
qualitest, hi+tech, and morton, sh+t, that’s all i pour
cookie, alien, or cherry, sh+t, that’s all i smoke
sh+t, that’s all i want
ain’t gon’ lie, i was f+cked up when green culture closed
they put they tax on the weed, now i don’t shop no more
just seen a fiend, he was p+ssed ’cause i ain’t have no dope
one time, i broke down some hard ’cause i ain’t had no blow
auntie been doin’ coke too long, she ain’t got no nose
i mean her cartilage gone
how the f+ck you boomin’ with a sack, but you ain’t got no phone?
how you say you up dog sh+t, but you ain’t got no home?
i only grabbed some pocket change and left the knot at home
my b+tch always trippin’, she think i’m f+ckin’ when i’m not at home
my n+gga said his b+tch think the same, i guess i’m not alone
i really went and only got some head, so i guess she wrong
well, i guess she kinda right and i guess i’m wrong
seen a fiend, she was lookin’ bad, she the next to go
seen rara use some stanback and stretch the dope
put too much cut on this sh+t, it can’t stretch no more
seen my homegirl fall off and sell s+x for dope
b+tch screenshotted me one time, i don’t text no more
then she uploaded it on the ‘gram, lil’ messy ho
my oldheads called me with some drank, it’s already gone
i really wanna drink it all, but it’s already sold
f+ck it, grab the pint, sell a twelve, and then drink four
hard to decide if i should sell it or keep more

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