Drugz - Shawty Lo, Ralo

I don’t give a damn about this shit man

I got to mind this motherfuckin' tree

Bitch go pick it yourself ho

L-O, real bankhead

Made a few mils in the trap

I got the strap in my lap

I made some helluva caps

I put my hood on the map

I got whatever in food

Niggas ain’t fucking with us

Even got snow on the bluff

I put your ho in the dust

I got drugs

I got drugs

I pray to god for my enemies

I don’t know if god into me

Y’all niggas ain’t no kin to me

I hate to sin but it’s you or me

Paper towels at church

Ten percent not thots

Y’all niggas ain’t hungry

Y’all hoes just thirsty

Spend a bag on y’all hoes

Made it back at the bando

Charge up like Toronto

Shake the ho like a red nose

Niggas can’t go how I go

True N-A forever

Thirty wop for a kilo

He high, I’m L-O

Shawty crunch them numbers

Play with snow in the summer

YSL cost a bundle

We did kill ‘em this summer

And I don’t believe in karma

I believe in commas

Big dog like roof

West side of the jungle

Made a few mils in the trap

I got the strap in my lap

I made some helluva caps

I put my hood on the map

I got whatever in food

Niggas ain’t fucking with us

Even got snow on the bluff

I put your ho in the dust

I got drugs

I got drugs

I put my hood on the map

We finna fuck up the globe

I got to stick to the code

The rest of these nigga gon' fold

You know that shit gon' get back to me

They want it real, so they gonna ask for me

When I went broke, they turned their back on me

How you my folks and you used to laugh at me?

I used to look up to them, remember?

Now I got more money than them niggas

My kitchen filled with pots and blenders

The rest of these niggas is still pretenders

None of these rappers done go to your funeral

I think they forgot what you used to do for them

Remember them shots, we used to shoot for them

You popped a lot, but you used to root for them

You had them shaking that laffy taffy

You used to make all them niggas happy

You was the man before you started rapping

You made all of your kids proud of their daddy

We done it all and made us a don

We the ones didn’t forget where we from

Ocean Drive, you know it’s still alive

Long live forever, don’t ever die

Made a few mils in the trap

I got the strap in my lap

I made some helluva caps

I put my hood on the map

I got whatever in food

Niggas ain’t fucking with us

Even got snow on the bluff

I put your ho in the dust

I got drugs

I got drugs