Don’t Do Drugs Kids

Lyrics

[Intro: Meechy Darko] Acid, acid, tabs, tabs Roll it, smoke it, take a drag, drag Acid, acid, tabs, tabs Roll it, smoke it, take a drag, drag Acid, acid, tabs, tabs Roll it, smoke it, take a drag, drag Acid, acid, tabs, tabs Roll it, smoke it, take a drag, drag [Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott] Ain't no heart in the music, it's all device In the lab cookin' work like Walter White My general salute, I got a gram or two That have a nigga head spinnin' like a poltergeist Probably never gon' change, nigga, fuck fame This is real cocaine, nigga, nigga numb to the gums Nut, numb 'til you spit Nothin' I ever do is wack, so in fact, I am that sick (Ill) Nigga, hit it once then he pass it (Still) Casket, casket, I am often drastic Undead to the dead, two horns in my head Levitatin' when my eyes become red, dog Nectar for the holy protector, wreck them Yes, I carry a long weapon, just in case Machine gun them, we clear the place True Jah love, ganja we blaze [Chorus: Meechy Darko] Don't do drugs, kids, give 'em to I It's amazin' how acid could open your eyes My face look sour 'cause I'm smokin' it, guy I'm so damn high, can't open my eyes Don't do drugs, kids, give 'em to I It's amazin' how acid could open your eyes My face look sour 'cause I'm smokin' it, guy I'm so damn high, can't open my eyes [Verse 2: Meechy Darko & Erick Arc Elliott] You the best, nuh-uh, I'm the best, bruh-bruh Shotgun, pump-pump, leave you leakin', slump, slump Now you all fucked up, don't compare us to nobody, nigga, they're not us Had to die for these children, fuck, the music is my crutch OG I puff, gold teeth, not much if (Not at all) Told her I don't give a fuck unless the money's involved Or drugs involved, or fucks involved Baby, a dollar and a dream'll make your money evolve Like watered-down packs, you're not that raw These Bolivian bars that I'm stepped on Hear thy weapon, fear thy weapon Nigga, you slippin' if you ain't near thy weapon Supreme seams, Zombie logo Or I'm wearin' polo, eyes bleed, hit trees, meet Sonny Bono Between these seas and I row, row, row, row Radiant girl can't see my aura I'm Meechy, I needs me a Rita Ora Lock your daughters, I'm comin' for her I knock that bitch up and I not support her, I'm jokin', sorta You know my future's bright and I'm kinda important I don't need the karma drama, baby mama Unless she a bad gyal and she spray the llama No doubt I got problems, I spit death, roll, and drown in a coffin The world's on my back and it's quite exhaustin' But I'ma keep squeezin' it for all this fortune, I'm off this