Cush Wallace - DRICO Lyrics

Yeah
Like how this feel and shit, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Uh
Swear to God, y'all ain't f*cking with me
I put this ho industry up in they place, nigga
Didn't forget the block neither
I got something for the streets
No excuses or complaints, I do what it takes, nigga
Yeah, a maniac but ain't no holes in these Lanvin's
Fresh nigga, flow colder than some long-johns
I turned habit in to skill and my Cabinet is ill
Niggas'll kill like Cheney how we drop bombs
I'm not B.U.S.H. but similar to them letters
(Cush)
Niggas hold vendettas but don't got jobs
Probably why they keep asking me
All these bitches keep harassing me
For some dick and chips but them hoes wouldn't last a week
Then they back to shaking ass for cheap
It's just the same old shit
I paint the picture like Samo, bitch
Got 'em all standing in line like they waiting on the show
And I sold 'em the tickets like Fandango did
I got young niggas steady trying hit a come up
Lurking in the shadows and they plotting on them bankroll licks
Either you shooting that rock or choose pick a gun up
Swear to God, y'all ain't f*cking with me
I put this ho industry up in they place, nigga
Didn't forget the block neither
I got something for the streets
No excuses or complaints, I do what it takes, nigga
So I don't think that your trust is a lot for me ask for
All my girls determined and driven like Nascar
Closed off emotionally but open-minded
She just wanna f*ck, smoke, and drink
And I'm with it
I swear that I'm with it
I get it so often, girls think I'm addictive
I know that she with it
Yeah, she with it
So make no mistakes, she do whatever it takes
'Cause she with it
Coming down ya block in a GMC slow creep
Coming to collect on that tax, niggas owe me
If you don't make payments then the Union watches closely
That's why to pray to me but my Communion isn't Holy
But it's close to God like, pimp-hand Don life
Difference in our IG's, I f*ck the bitches I like
She gone let me slide like the bear on the Klondike
Mark it up like Whole Foods, get it for the Vons price
Long story concise
Mine gets a pie slice
And I'm off them scary hoes
F*cking on a Posh Spice
Darker than some off lights
Rowdy like bar fights
Get my bitches wet, nigga
Your bitch is Allspice
To me they better talk nice or niggas better call Christ
I'm the man of Virgil, I ain't talking Off-White
All my G's sketch, niggas
Yeah, they the draw type
Content short form
Give them niggas long nights
Swear to God, y'all ain't f*cking with me
I put this ho industry up in they place, nigga
Didn't forget the block neither, I got something for the streets
No excuses or complaints, I do what it takes
So, I don't think that your trust is a lot for me ask for
All my girls determined and driven like Nascar
Closed off emotionally but open minded
She just wanna f*ck, smoke, and drink
And I'm with it
I swear that I'm with it
I get it so often, girls think I'm addictive
I know that she with it
Yeah, she with it
So make no mistakes, she do whatever it takes
'Cause she with it