WILLYY - 3 Drugs Lyrics

Niggas just be hatin' on me, make that make sense
All these niggas say that they my brother
They just fake friends
I point the choppa at his feet, I make
That pussy nigga break dance
F*ck these niggas, I don't make friends
I just wanna make bands
Bitch, niggas hatin' on me, make that make sense
I can see the hate through these motherf*ckin' Ray-Bans
You say you love me, but you leavin', make that make sense
We tried this shit time after time, we on take ten
Niggas talkin' that hot shit, we get them gone, we spray them
If you f*ckin' around with me, I get you hit for no payment
If you f*ckin' around with bro, my niggas pull up where you layin
They don't even need a drop, they just pull up where you stayin
I got love for you, just tell me you want it
All these bitches on my head, kinda somethin' like a bonnet
You let me hit it on the first night, I don't want it
And when I seen you on that first night, I was on it

I'm on three types of drugs, who gon' show me love
I be tweakin', man, this molly got me throwin' up
We be in the function, we be goin' up
I'm on three types of drugs, who gon' show me love
I be tweakin', man, this molly got me throwin' up
We be in the function, we be goin' up

Good sex, Im beyond it
Girl, that pussy got me yawnin
I pull up from the three and dunk that bitch like I'm Giannis
It's no motherf*ckin' hook on this beat, bitch, I'm ballin
And every time you want some dick, bitch, I'm that nigga that you callin
Do you wanna f*ck or not? I know that you be stallin
Shawty said that she don't love me, but I know that she be fallin
She said that she a freak, but I know that she be talkin
You don't wanna take that lift, then I guess you gon' be walkin
I be movin' with these drugs on me, I gotta be cautious
I tried to give my heart to a bitch, but I lost it
Oh, that's your bitch, and she just let me dog it
That bitch don't listen, she be gettin' out her pocket
You can't hold me down, bitch, I'll take her like a rocket
I remember we was runnin' through that store, we was flockin
We was smokin' all this tree, all this weed, it's exotic
I know she gon' chase a bag and I know lil baby pop it

I'm on three types of drugs, who gon' show me love
I be tweakin, man, this molly got me throwin' up
We be in the function, we be goin' up

You don't understand, I'm just tryna f*ckin' and I'm passin' to my mans
I'm a real nigga, baby, I'ma do it till I can't
I know you out with your friends, but I'm f*ckin' up your plans
I can't f*ck with these niggas, they be two faced
And I always keep two bitches like I'm Blueface
She f*ck with Henny, but she drownin' in the D'usse
Bitch, I get it on my own, could give a f*ck about what you say
Off White, baby, that's what my shoes say
And it's on sight, nigga, I might catch too fades
These niggas sweeter than some motherf*ckin' Kool-Aid
I was tryna f*ck with you back then, now it's too late

I'm on three types of drugs, who gon' show me love
I be tweakin' man, this molly got me throwin' up
We be in the function, we be goin' up
I'm on three types of drugs, who gon' show me love
I be tweakin' man, this molly got me throwin' up
We be in the function, we be goin' up