MPDH (feat. YDL)

I got money, power, drugs and hoes
They should know I keep it close
You gon' get hit with the hose
Get designer for the low
Get the drugs yeah for the low
Louis V my pants and shirt
But on my pants that shit chrome
Know I got it for the low
You gon' get hit in your dome
If you talk low on my bros
Yeah yeah these niggas think its sweet till we pull out the poles
Yeah uh he can't talk no shit no more hit him in the throat
Uh uh (Yeah)
Uh uh (Yeah)
Ah (Yeah)
Money, hoes, ARs with scopes, clothes
You cant switch it up and I'm in this for sure
And please tell all my hoes to not knock at my door
Swinging like they want me serving before all my shows
Citizens oh poor me and my dope
Bang so I smoke 4L I might choke
Bitch I'm so street it's forever my side
Bitch I might live so I put four quarters in mine
And I
Been sipping on codeine
I can feel it in my kidney this shit feel like a disease
But I ain't gon' stop uh
Feel like I'm on ayahuasca
Bitch I can barely walk
I'm off the Wockhardt
My career a home run out the ballpark
Complex moves
I don't care what I did
I didn't know about the worst side of building bricks
Pick us up and roll that stuff
I miss you so much another kiss
She got a big booty on but she a innie
And I don't want a size that phat besides I don't wanna buy 'em like that
I don't wanna pick it up if its too much gas
That I ain't even know about it when i went back
Get to guessing imma call the face tat