Drugs Only (Remix)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Chill Will] Nigga better not run up on me Run up on me, run up on me Run up on me, run up on me Run up on me, run up on me Or he gonna be a dead homie Dead homie, dead homie Dead homie, dead homie Dead homie, dead homie This spot is for drugs only [Verse 1: Quavo] Pulling up in a big wheelie Cooking dope, just me and Chilly Stuffing the bricks in the Bentley I wrap it and send it to Philly This a drug only area you trippin' Phew, the pack gone missing missing Gggraow, gggraow, the bullet gon' hit him Young nigga young nigga we realer I hang we with gorillas My niggas dope dealers You short with the guala? Call Skippa the Flippa [Verse 2: Takeoff] The coca that cola, I'm smoking a blunt Like that purple come from Minnesota The plug hit my Motorola He talking bout shipping it over Can't fold you gotta roll over That's what them OG D told me Me and Chill Will, popping the seal Diamonds on chill, Forgi my wheel Flipping the brick trying to get me a M Trap spot, no Jay Z, J got that hard knock Cameras on my [?] block [Chorus: Chill Will] This spot is for drugs only Drugs only, drugs only Drugs only, drugs only Drugs only, drugs only Got a whole lot of money on me Money on me, money on me Money on me, money on me Money on me, money on me Nigga better not run up on me Run up on me, run up on me Run up on me, run up on me Run up on me, run up on me Or he gonna be a dead homie Dead homie, dead homie Dead homie, dead homie Dead homie, dead homie This spot is for drugs only [Verse 3: Chill Will] I tell you right now I don't really play bout that You done went and made me mad I tell you right now A nigga can't tell me nothing You ain't never sold me nothing Count the money I'm sweatin' (Woo!) 10 squares I'm blessed Your girl on my dick cause there's ice around my neck This song is for thugs only, this house is for drugs only This kitchen, no refrigerator Just a stove in it with a pot on it All this big money on me, now I gotta keep a gun on me Niggas trying to run a trick play then they gonna have to bury homie Short barrel, Gary Coleman, 81 bullets, Terrell Owens I'm VIP, members only Pulling these hoes like [?] 911, operator New Jaguar, space invader Let a nigga run, gonna get done up, trying to fuck up my come up [Chorus: Chill Will] This spot is for drugs only Drugs only, drugs only Drugs only, drugs only Drugs only, drugs only Got a whole lot of money on me Money on me, money on me Money on me, money on me Money on me, money on me Nigga better not run up on me Run up on me, run up on me Run up on me, run up on me Run up on me, run up on me Or he gonna be a dead homie Dead homie, dead homie Dead homie, dead homie Dead homie, dead homie This spot is for drugs only [Verse 4: Dirty Dave] I got one [?], got two parts, got three scales, and four shells Got five bricks, six guns, [?] Nine zones, got ten phones [?] cross the end zone All I gotta do is make one call All of them things gone What's up nigga? Yo nigga nigga, I fuck with ya [?] slick shit [?] Got a hundred round drum, got a [?] [?] wanna play, OK, let's get it [?] [?] snitching [?] money [?] 20 bands in my pants, I spend it [?] I be getting money, who the fuck you kidding [?] nigga I did it Stay strapped, nigga I ain't slippin In the trap with the packs [?] Say you got a lick, my nigga let's get it [?] [Chorus: Chill Will] Nigga better not run up on me Run up on me, run up on me Run up on me, run up on me Run up on me, run up on me Or he gonna be a dead homie Dead homie, dead homie Dead homie, dead homie Dead homie, dead homie This spot is for drugs only