YG - D.R.U.G.S. lyrics

Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the fire marks When the relay starts I'm a runaway slave-master sh**tin' 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 b**h watch for my rapture White b**h 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 wid '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 pa** me the joint Gotta twist this beat I'ma sprain my joint Straight crack rock, ball till I pop, pop Pull my trigger, Rap City, no Tigga Yeah shorty do it illa' I'm raw no Digga' What's my muthaf**in' name it's Iggy not Jigga Don't compare me to her, throw the b**h in the ditch Ruff ruff ho, k** the b**h I'm Vick Sewed the game up stapled up in a stitch Click-click pow D.R.U.G.S. 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 3D can't see me Pockets better than a H3, I don't see you like mace-me, ugh D.R.U.G.S - click oh and we on - hater On these hoes hairs no activator, who*es f** up when he activate-her Cuz I'm goin' out with my hand raised 'Bout to smack, smack, smack till my hand cave On the b**h-made, honey I'm paid, I'ma get laid f** yer man cave Ya act like ya real, be real, son Kinda spaced-out you b**hes be duckin' Better than ya girl, than the best, make the competition rest Unless it's s**, no less, I'ma f** the whole game, I'm best With my strap on, my vibrator, 'bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violator Course no, I'ma feel myself I'm a masturbator like "uh uh uh uh, f** me, f** me" Now I'm off beat, my head hurts, I murk sh**, I gets paper Wash my mouth, I curse like a sailor - b**h! [Outro: YG]