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Drugs After A Week (feat. Saint Bbaby) Video (MV)




Performed By: fuckklife4death
Featuring: UD KID
Language: English
Length: 1:36
Written by: Saint Bbaby, YUNG KID
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fuckklife4death - Drugs After A Week (feat. Saint Bbaby) Lyrics
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[ Featuring UD KID ]

I got a extended mag, on the G - Lock, when I'm in a TrackHawk, I'm keepin' it tuck
Mahn, they talk 'bout lil' bro, but he ain't gettin' touched (Nah Jack)
I was countin' my racks, I got a paper cut, I been shippin' out packs no one gettin' a cut
Half a mill', on Van Cleef & I only got three, two bitches ain't enough, so I had to f*ck three
Only time you gon' get your bitch, is when I'm done, mahn, I fly outta state for fun, cause I got funds
It's Balenci' in Fashion Week, on me & twin, livin' life havin' fun, mahn it's just me & twin
I just keep goin' up, mahn, my name on display, we gon' get your ass killed, if you think we gon' play
At the top of the top, like my name EBK, in the trap, with my whites, I'm in the KKK
Mahn, I keep my G - Lock, with my 15 AR, mahn, that nigga ain't ten toes, that nigga still far
Mahn, I ain't even start, so I can never quit, every time that I drop, make these f*ck niggas sit
I got pockets that are fat, so I Goyard the bag, these f*ck niggas cheese watch, like they muf*cken rats
I can't f*ck on that hoe, told that bitch give me neck, that boy flex a AP, but it ain't a Patek
I can't f*ck, with these bitches, they lie all the time, no bitches no niggas, got rack on my mind
In a GLE coupe, with a sports plus drive, I'm pushing 320, I might f*cking fly
A friend of an opp, is an opp, yeah I'm right, I keep f*cking them up, but I keep them alive
They keep bringing me down, but I f*cken survive, they gon' give me a crown, when I f*cken arrive
V12 Panamera, Pourin' out red act, Can't talk to cops, Where my muf*cken cell at?
We had the fire in the club, this a big star status, chasin' money everyday, feel like practice
Got that bitch, breakin' her neck, when we step in, free vsop when, Yung Bbaby check in
Private location, you can't even get in, bitch, I let out way more shots, then I let in
We got, so rich & we didn't sign, no label, real money talks, at the family table
We can't even talk, if the paper ain't stable, pour up red act, in my cup this ain't maple
Cry me a river, bitch I take purple stilpane, to my liver, had to stay focus, this shit getting realer
Everyday sippin' on red act baby, you know you mine, when you read that baby
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I got a extended mag, on the G - Lock, when I'm in a TrackHawk, I'm keepin' it tuck
Mahn, they talk 'bout lil' bro, but he ain't gettin' touched (Nah Jack)
I was countin' my racks, I got a paper cut, I been shippin' out packs no one gettin' a cut
Half a mill', on Van Cleef & I only got three, two bitches ain't enough, so I had to f*ck three
Only time you gon' get your bitch, is when I'm done, mahn, I fly outta state for fun, cause I got funds
It's Balenci' in Fashion Week, on me & twin, livin' life havin' fun, mahn it's just me & twin
I just keep goin' up, mahn, my name on display, we gon' get your ass killed, if you think we gon' play
At the top of the top, like my name EBK, in the trap, with my whites, I'm in the KKK
Mahn, I keep my G - Lock, with my 15 AR, mahn, that nigga ain't ten toes, that nigga still far
Mahn, I ain't even start, so I can never quit, every time that I drop, make these f*ck niggas sit
I got pockets that are fat, so I Goyard the bag, these f*ck niggas cheese watch, like they muf*cken rats
I can't f*ck on that hoe, told that bitch give me neck, that boy flex a AP, but it ain't a Patek
I can't f*ck, with these bitches, they lie all the time, no bitches no niggas, got rack on my mind
In a GLE coupe, with a sports plus drive, I'm pushing 320, I might f*cking fly
A friend of an opp, is an opp, yeah I'm right, I keep f*cking them up, but I keep them alive
They keep bringing me down, but I f*cken survive, they gon' give me a crown, when I f*cken arrive
V12 Panamera, Pourin' out red act, Can't talk to cops, Where my muf*cken cell at?
We had the fire in the club, this a big star status, chasin' money everyday, feel like practice
Got that bitch, breakin' her neck, when we step in, free vsop when, Yung Bbaby check in
Private location, you can't even get in, bitch, I let out way more shots, then I let in
We got, so rich & we didn't sign, no label, real money talks, at the family table
We can't even talk, if the paper ain't stable, pour up red act, in my cup this ain't maple
Cry me a river, bitch I take purple stilpane, to my liver, had to stay focus, this shit getting realer
Everyday sippin' on red act baby, you know you mine, when you read that baby
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Writer: Saint Bbaby, YUNG KID
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