[Intro: Yung Bans]
Yeah, aye
Aye, yeah
Aye, aye, aye

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
Yeah, huh, hold on, aye, hold on, aye, aye
Fuck a n***a bih with my clothes on (Clothes on)
Aye, young n***a stir the pot, leave the stove on
Aye, I got all kind of drugs, n***a, what you want? (Want)
Yeah, bad bitch and she got a thong, uh
Yeah, and I got this chopper, I'll let it thump (Prr)
Yeah, hit a n***a like we playing tump
Yeah, hit a n***a like we playing tump (Tump)
Yeah, getting money, call my trap junk (Junk)
Yeah, we shoot up the party, everybody running (They running)
Uh, blow a n***a brains out, like "Fuck it"
Aye, blow a n***a brains out, like "Fuck it"

[Chorus: BlitzedOffLeah]
I want your drugs not your love, is that alright?
Won’t you whisper, won't you tell me what you like?
We can just light up an L and smoke all night
I'ma do you right, baby, so hold on tight
I want your drugs not your love, is that alright?
Won’t you whisper, won't you tell me what you like?
We can just light up an L and smoke all night
I'ma do you right, baby, so hold on tight
[Verse 2: Pressa]
You be fucking with me 'cause I'm at the top (Gang)
If you fucking with me, I'll take your life
And just know if you fuck with the opps, you'll prolly die (Lah!)
And my shooters do drills, jump out at night (Skah)
I keep a draco for fuck n***as 'cause I want scheme
Or 16 magazine in my jeans, I bet it fight
You the type of n***a that go and sell your dream (Dream)
Don’t believe your n***as, don’t believe in all the hype
I keep a big mask in my pocket just in case
Hug my cross my neck, don't hug me up on my waist
I remember going days walking with my little ape
Hundred dollar shots at the bar, just a taste

[Chorus: BlitzedOffLeah]
I want your drugs not your love, is that alright?
Won’t you whisper, won't you tell me what you like?
We can just light up an L and smoke all night
I'ma do you right, baby, so hold on tight
I want your drugs not your love, is that alright?
Won't you whisper, won’t you tell me what you like?
We can just light up an L and smoke all night
I'ma do you right, baby, so hold on tight

[Verse 3: Lil Candy Paint]
(Gang) Wait a minute (Minute), I ain't finished
I'ma hit it from the back, leave yo' head spinning (Ffft)
I got shooters on attack, they won't leave a witness (Fah)
You gon' smell like sour mac, we gon' leave ya missing (Smoking dope)
I'm smoking foreign cookies, got me feeling strong (Getting high)
And every time we fuck, you leave my head gone (You're a set)
We hit the mall, baby, now my bread gone (Spent a lot)
She won't fuck a n***a now, this her theme song (It is)
You just want my drugs (Drugs), I'm just tryna fuck (Fuck)
Got a pound in my trunk, but you playing much (Too much)
Let me see you turn around, make that ass jump (Jump)
Now you playing, you can't even come and hit the blunt
[Chorus: BlitzedOffLeah]
I want your drugs not your love, is that alright?
Won't you whisper, won't you tell me what you like?
We can just light up an L and smoke all night
I'ma do you right, baby, so hold on tight
I want your drugs not your love, is that alright?
Won't you whisper, won't you tell me what you like?
We can just light up an L and smoke all night
I'ma do you right, baby, so hold on tight