Wonka Drugs
[Verse]
Speeding through the lanes and I ain't use my mirrors
Niggas act like they don't, but they damn well fear us
Internet ain't going to get you no rep
When you show up the whole damn club left
Know we the best, ain't need to test, you turn on a song, all I do is flex
You is a pest, you is a bug, when I need shit, I hit up the plug
He got candy, them Willy Wonka drugs
Charlie Factory, we got them on the run
She can take a rub, she can take a touch, she can feel on me, I won't protest
When I run up, niggas run down, walk a nigga down, gun pop loud
Running around, you know where I go, you scared to kill, you a whole ho'
When I run around, bitch, you going to run
You scared to kill, you ain't shoot no one
Blood ain't nothing, just clean it off
You scared of getting caught, nigga, you soft
Get the gun ready, get your shit cocked
Wasting my time, bitch, get blocked, third eye open, staring like a hawk
Blow all their minds, make their jaws drop
Don't touch the merchandise, this ain't a shop
Growing all my fans, yeah, like growing stock
I'm the MC, this is my plot, bitch, you don't care, 'cause you're a thot
[Bridge]
Don't mess with a Goddess
[Verse]
Speeding through the lanes and I ain't use my mirrors
Niggas act like they don't, but they damn well fear us
Internet ain't going to get you no rep
When you show up the whole damn club left
Know we the best, ain't need to test, you turn on a song, all I do is flex
You is a pest, you is a bug, when I need shit, I hit up the plug
He got candy, them Willy Wonka drugs
Charlie Factory, we got them on the run
She can take a rub, she can take a touch, she can feel on me, I won't protest
When I run up, niggas run down, walk a nigga down, gun pop loud
Running around, you know where I go, you scared to kill, you a whole ho'
When I run around, bitch, you going to run
You scared to kill, you ain't shoot no one
Blood ain't nothing, just clean it off
You scared of getting caught, nigga, you soft
Get the gun ready, get your shit cocked
Wasting my time, bitch, get blocked, third eye open, staring like a hawk
Blow all their minds, make their jaws drop
Don't touch the merchandise, this ain't a shop
Growing all my fans, yeah, like growing stock
I'm the MC, this is my plot, bitch, you don't care, 'cause you're a thot