Big Sad 1900 - I Be Wit Drug Dealers lyrics

I'm like fuck, bitch got this sundress on
Big old badonkadonk booty, like
Ass everywhere, bitch, crazy

Ayy!

Baby got that ass on her, I'm like
"Where your man at?" I be with the drug dealers
I be where them bands at
Actin' like you poppin', but you broke
I can't stand that
Glock in my waistline, it ain't in no handbag

Sayin' my name in them rap songs
Won't bring your mans back
Got a fat ass in them jeans, I'ma cram that
We them niggas countin' up the loaf in rubber band stacks
Double whammy on your bitch
Lil' bro and them ran that

Ayy, baby, this a lifestyle, we be sippin' codeine
Got the game from pimps,
I got game from the dope fiends
Got that gangster shit that make
A street nigga soul bleed
Baby got them pancakes
Actin' like she know me

Talkin' 'bout she deepthroat
I'm like, "Baby, show me"
Finger in her butt, suckin' dick like she owe me
Talkin' 'bout, "I got a nigga, please don't expose me"
"He pay for everything and buy me shit"
That's what she told me

Runnin' up that chili cheese, hit 'em in my Jordan 3s
Baby got that donkadonk, lil' bitch say she Vietnamese
Love for the projects, I fuck with the 103s
Baby got the thunderclaps, I'm like, "Let a nigga see"

She make that ass clap, lookin' back while she grab her knees
She was suckin' dick, I had to go, but I lost my keys
Too much of a nigga for one ho, I'm like, "Bitch, please"
I done tagged all these lil' hoes, I'm like, "Bitch treesh"

Ayy!

Baby got that ass on her, I'm like
"Where your man at?" I be with the drug dealers
I be where them bands at
Actin' like you poppin', but you broke
I can't stand that
Glock in my waistline, it ain't in no handbag

Sayin' my name in them rap songs
Won't bring your mans back
Got a fat ass in them jeans, I'ma cram that
We them niggas countin' up the loaf in rubber band stacks
Double whammy on your bitch
Lil' bro and them ran that

Baby, this a lifestyle, we be blowin' wizard trees
I'ma drop the top on the coupe, she say she feel the breeze
Niggas beef with me, I don't know you, we ain't enemies
Grab my OG on the block, go grab some Hennessy

Baby got that rump-a-dump, I'm like
"Where you 'posed to be?"
Told me that she steppin' out real quick
To grab some groceries
How that ass, talkin' 'bout
"How you even notice me?"
Gave that bitch a hug, she talkin' 'bout
"Something is pokin' me"

Used to hit 'em with my Dickies on, now I wear Amiri
We the topic of discussion, niggas know who run the city
Shell-catcher on the AR, I'm hoppin' out with fifty
I got hoes on that Eastside, can't ever be picky

Baby got them claps on her, I'm like
"Ooh, I need that"
Hit it from the back, talk in her ear like
"Give me feedback"
They say shit about me on the 'net
But she don't read tha
She be on my line tryna figure
Where I be at

Ayy!

Baby got that ass on her, I'm like
"Where your man at?" I be with the drug dealers
I be where them bands at
Actin' like you poppin', but you broke
I can't stand that
Glock in my waistline, it ain't in no handbag

Sayin' my name in them rap songs
Won't bring your mans back
Got a fat ass in them jeans, I'ma cram that
We them niggas countin' up the loaf in rubber band stacks
Double whammy on your bitch
Lil' bro and them ran that