D.R.U.G.S lyrics

Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the fire marks

When it really starts I’m a runaway slave-master

Shittin’ on the past gotta spit it like a pastor

After, basher, did 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 wind

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 coming back gotta give it to you raw,

Pitchfork point better pass me the joint

Gotta twist this beat I’ma sprang my joint

Straight crack rock, go to the pop-pop

Pumo jiggy rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do illa’ I’m raw no digga’

what’s my muthafuckin’ name it’s Iggy not Jiggy

Don’t compare me to her, throw the bitch in the ditch

Ruff ruff ho, could da bitch I’m big,

Sewed the game up stapled up in a stitch

Click-click pow drops game my click,

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 Cowen?

Hate me, Chordz 3D can’t see me,

Packets 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, whores fuck 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 bitch May, honey I’m paid, I’ma get laid fuck yer man cave

Ya act like ya girl B-real, (ta’sun)

Kinda spaced-out you bitches be duckin’

Better than ya girl, than the best, make the competition rest

Unless it’s sex no less, I’ma fuck a hoe 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-fuck me, fuck me

Now I’m off beat, my head hurts, I murk shit, I gets paper

Wash my mouth, I curse like a sailor - bitch!