YG, Iggy Azalea - Look Out For D.R.U.G.S. lyrics

[YG, Iggy Azalea - Look Out For D.R.U.G.S. lyrics]

DRUGS​

Tire marks, tire marks
Finish line with the fire marks
When the relay starts
I'm a runaway slave master
Shittin' on the past
Gotta spit it like a pastor
After, bash her, did it like Doe, like Dasher
Faster-motorbike faster
Iggy gotta get a bitch, watch for my rapture
White bitch go, 'bout to blow like the wind
Penthouse too, roof top at the Wynn
When I win, when I win, I win
No, when I wit' 'em, they good like shin
Got hoes on call, got hoes on call
To come through, take a pro-to-call
Just damagin', that's my protocol
Dismantle ya, Australians on Slauson
No camera, I don't care who you are
No condom rap, gotta give it to you raw
Pitchfork point, better pass me the joint
Gotta twist this beat, I'ma sprain my joint
Straight crack rock, ball 'til I pop, pop
Pull my trigger, Rap City, no Tigga
Yeah, shorty do it illa', I'm raw
No Digga'
What's my motherfuckin' name? It's Iggy
Not Jigga don't compare me to her
Throw the bitch in the ditch
Ruff ruff ho, kill the bitch, I'm Vick
Sewed the game up, stapled up in a stitch
Click-click, pow, DRUGS gang, my clique
Look at my heels, LV on it
Ignorant Art, everybody on it
Everybody want it
666 got a three-car garage
Driveway be The Omen
Boss like Cohen, hate me
Chordz in 3D, can't see me
Pockets better than a H3
I don't see you like mace-me, uh
D-R-U-G-S, click, oh, and we on, hater
On these hoes' hairs no activator
Whore's fucked up when he activate her
'Cause I'm goin' out with my hand raised
'Bout to smack, smack
Smack 'til my hand cave
On the bitch made, honey, I'm paid
I'ma get laid, fuck your man cave
You act like ya real, be real, son
Kinda spaced-out, you bitches be duckin'
Better than your girl, than the best
Make the competition rest, unless it's sex
No less i'ma fuck the whole game, I'm best
With my strap on, my vibrator
'Bout to bust a rhyme, no violator
Course no, I feel myself i'm a masturbator
Like: "Uh, uh, uh, uh, fuck me! Fuck me!"
Now I'm offbeat, my head hurts
I murk shit, I gets paper wash my mouth
I curse like a sailor, bitch
It's YG 4-Hunnid
Drug money, fuck with a nigga
Pushin' it like we up in this bitch, ayy
Iggy spitting
Y'all bitches better get y'all bars
Up in this bitch for real, though
F-For real, though, for real, though
I show y'all, mh, snapping up, mh
Man, what the fuck?
What the fuck is she doing
On Slauson? Somebody tell me
What the fuck is she doing on Slauson? Ha ha

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