Drug Lords (Feat. AG Da Coroner & Action Bronson)
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⏱️ 3:19 duration
🆔 ID: 29679551
📜 Lyrics
Catch us on stage looking like drug lords
Pen paragraphs for all my niggas that smoke sorts
Whips change seasonal, roofs get removed
Bitches bagging bundles new while vocals getting EQ'd
Live nigga rap, real talk, that's us (Us)
Cashmere everything, gats that bust (Bust)
Outdoors, break laws, in streets we trust
Make noise, never talk to the boys, let 'em discuss
Call a doctor, lay you where you eat your pasta
With big choppers from the Rasta in a helicopter (We fly)
Video games we don't play
PS3 rappers get broken in broad day (Break your face)
Right on Myrtle and Broadway
Run up in the boobie spot and hit 'em where they all stay
Family ties, reason why your family cries, why?
I need a shorty wop with vanity eyes
We the stars of our own movies, Sly Stallone couldn't move me
Feet up on the sofa rolling a doobie
I walk with the strength of ten million hood niggas
Who like to cause ruckus and love to pull triggers
Habitual line steppers always trying to undercut
Name on the dotted line, reserve the right to fuck you up
I'm Kobe with the rock
You a fourth quarter LeBron nigga ready to flop
Yo, back to that other shit, glistening like a wet seal
Work phone ringing, fiends looking for a fresh deal
Line stances turn to mind trances
Shorty's flat footed but her nose does line dances
I love that, intricate thug rap, supply it often
They try to clip my wings, I'll never be retired flossing
Sipping silent, thinking violent, call it quiet sourcing
The jewels I picked up over years is an acquired fortune
Been burning shit consecutive, we never tire torching
Your reputation has no juice, me I'm admired often
Bitches wanna smoke, we give 'em floral rinses
Then pass they mouth around and turn 'em into a oral princess
It's just the way we move, welcome to NY
Meisterstück in the coupe, nigga my pen fly
Sig Sauer shower your whip if it's a time of war
We used to grind the raw, hustling in a five below
Crumpled dollars in a fiend's jeans pocket
Scurry to the side of the building to cop it
Then scurry back to the lobby to rock it
I'm talking white Olivia Dukakis, Joe Cusack
Suede shoe, blue coupe, roof back
(Ayo the cops coming) Boof that
Then break it down so you can toot-toot-a-loot that
Straight from Queens, loafer to the pedal
Steaks are medium rare, holster for the metal
I'm getting closer with the devil
I won't stop 'til there's an ocean on the bezel
Sand art in my weed jar
Did a backflip right into the window of the green car
Then I peel like an orange
Leather outfits, Martin Lawrence
Three prongs on the pasta fork
Spin the bucatini, doodoo stains in the joint, it's me
Catch us on stage looking like drug lords
Pen paragraphs for all my niggas that smoke sorts
Whips change seasonal, roofs get removed
Bitches bagging bundles new while vocals getting EQ'd
Live nigga rap, real talk, that's us (Us)
Cashmere everything, gats that bust (Bust)
Outdoors, break laws, in streets we trust
Make noise, never talk to the boys, let 'em discuss
Pen paragraphs for all my niggas that smoke sorts
Whips change seasonal, roofs get removed
Bitches bagging bundles new while vocals getting EQ'd
Live nigga rap, real talk, that's us (Us)
Cashmere everything, gats that bust (Bust)
Outdoors, break laws, in streets we trust
Make noise, never talk to the boys, let 'em discuss
Call a doctor, lay you where you eat your pasta
With big choppers from the Rasta in a helicopter (We fly)
Video games we don't play
PS3 rappers get broken in broad day (Break your face)
Right on Myrtle and Broadway
Run up in the boobie spot and hit 'em where they all stay
Family ties, reason why your family cries, why?
I need a shorty wop with vanity eyes
We the stars of our own movies, Sly Stallone couldn't move me
Feet up on the sofa rolling a doobie
I walk with the strength of ten million hood niggas
Who like to cause ruckus and love to pull triggers
Habitual line steppers always trying to undercut
Name on the dotted line, reserve the right to fuck you up
I'm Kobe with the rock
You a fourth quarter LeBron nigga ready to flop
Yo, back to that other shit, glistening like a wet seal
Work phone ringing, fiends looking for a fresh deal
Line stances turn to mind trances
Shorty's flat footed but her nose does line dances
I love that, intricate thug rap, supply it often
They try to clip my wings, I'll never be retired flossing
Sipping silent, thinking violent, call it quiet sourcing
The jewels I picked up over years is an acquired fortune
Been burning shit consecutive, we never tire torching
Your reputation has no juice, me I'm admired often
Bitches wanna smoke, we give 'em floral rinses
Then pass they mouth around and turn 'em into a oral princess
It's just the way we move, welcome to NY
Meisterstück in the coupe, nigga my pen fly
Sig Sauer shower your whip if it's a time of war
We used to grind the raw, hustling in a five below
Crumpled dollars in a fiend's jeans pocket
Scurry to the side of the building to cop it
Then scurry back to the lobby to rock it
I'm talking white Olivia Dukakis, Joe Cusack
Suede shoe, blue coupe, roof back
(Ayo the cops coming) Boof that
Then break it down so you can toot-toot-a-loot that
Straight from Queens, loafer to the pedal
Steaks are medium rare, holster for the metal
I'm getting closer with the devil
I won't stop 'til there's an ocean on the bezel
Sand art in my weed jar
Did a backflip right into the window of the green car
Then I peel like an orange
Leather outfits, Martin Lawrence
Three prongs on the pasta fork
Spin the bucatini, doodoo stains in the joint, it's me
Catch us on stage looking like drug lords
Pen paragraphs for all my niggas that smoke sorts
Whips change seasonal, roofs get removed
Bitches bagging bundles new while vocals getting EQ'd
Live nigga rap, real talk, that's us (Us)
Cashmere everything, gats that bust (Bust)
Outdoors, break laws, in streets we trust
Make noise, never talk to the boys, let 'em discuss
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.37] Catch us on stage looking like drug lords
[00:14.75] Pen paragraphs for all my niggas that smoke sorts
[00:17.49] Whips change seasonal, roofs get removed
[00:19.73] Bitches bagging bundles new while vocals getting EQ'd
[00:22.87] Live nigga rap, real talk, that's us (Us)
[00:25.56] Cashmere everything, gats that bust (Bust)
[00:28.25] Outdoors, break laws, in streets we trust
[00:30.53] Make noise, never talk to the boys, let 'em discuss
[00:33.95] Call a doctor, lay you where you eat your pasta
[00:36.44] With big choppers from the Rasta in a helicopter (We fly)
[00:40.00] Video games we don't play
[00:41.96] PS3 rappers get broken in broad day (Break your face)
[00:45.57] Right on Myrtle and Broadway
[00:47.11] Run up in the boobie spot and hit 'em where they all stay
[00:49.78] Family ties, reason why your family cries, why?
[00:52.75] I need a shorty wop with vanity eyes
[00:54.91] We the stars of our own movies, Sly Stallone couldn't move me
[00:58.33] Feet up on the sofa rolling a doobie
[01:00.41] I walk with the strength of ten million hood niggas
[01:03.07] Who like to cause ruckus and love to pull triggers
[01:05.90] Habitual line steppers always trying to undercut
[01:08.69] Name on the dotted line, reserve the right to fuck you up
[01:12.49] I'm Kobe with the rock
[01:13.72] You a fourth quarter LeBron nigga ready to flop
[01:16.33] Yo, back to that other shit, glistening like a wet seal
[01:19.49] Work phone ringing, fiends looking for a fresh deal
[01:22.75] Line stances turn to mind trances
[01:24.84] Shorty's flat footed but her nose does line dances
[01:27.20] I love that, intricate thug rap, supply it often
[01:30.39] They try to clip my wings, I'll never be retired flossing
[01:33.12] Sipping silent, thinking violent, call it quiet sourcing
[01:35.78] The jewels I picked up over years is an acquired fortune
[01:38.45] Been burning shit consecutive, we never tire torching
[01:41.12] Your reputation has no juice, me I'm admired often
[01:44.01] Bitches wanna smoke, we give 'em floral rinses
[01:46.52] Then pass they mouth around and turn 'em into a oral princess
[01:49.29] It's just the way we move, welcome to NY
[01:51.77] Meisterstück in the coupe, nigga my pen fly
[01:54.45] Sig Sauer shower your whip if it's a time of war
[01:57.34] We used to grind the raw, hustling in a five below
[01:59.61] Crumpled dollars in a fiend's jeans pocket
[02:01.95] Scurry to the side of the building to cop it
[02:04.00] Then scurry back to the lobby to rock it
[02:06.08] I'm talking white Olivia Dukakis, Joe Cusack
[02:09.67] Suede shoe, blue coupe, roof back
[02:11.68] (Ayo the cops coming) Boof that
[02:13.54] Then break it down so you can toot-toot-a-loot that
[02:16.38] Straight from Queens, loafer to the pedal
[02:18.72] Steaks are medium rare, holster for the metal
[02:22.35] I'm getting closer with the devil
[02:24.36] I won't stop 'til there's an ocean on the bezel
[02:27.21] Sand art in my weed jar
[02:29.16] Did a backflip right into the window of the green car
[02:33.25] Then I peel like an orange
[02:35.23] Leather outfits, Martin Lawrence
[02:37.28] Three prongs on the pasta fork
[02:39.34] Spin the bucatini, doodoo stains in the joint, it's me
[02:43.39] Catch us on stage looking like drug lords
[02:45.72] Pen paragraphs for all my niggas that smoke sorts
[02:48.44] Whips change seasonal, roofs get removed
[02:50.78] Bitches bagging bundles new while vocals getting EQ'd
[02:53.85] Live nigga rap, real talk, that's us (Us)
[02:56.53] Cashmere everything, gats that bust (Bust)
[02:59.23] Outdoors, break laws, in streets we trust
[03:01.58] Make noise, never talk to the boys, let 'em discuss
[03:19.45]
[00:14.75] Pen paragraphs for all my niggas that smoke sorts
[00:17.49] Whips change seasonal, roofs get removed
[00:19.73] Bitches bagging bundles new while vocals getting EQ'd
[00:22.87] Live nigga rap, real talk, that's us (Us)
[00:25.56] Cashmere everything, gats that bust (Bust)
[00:28.25] Outdoors, break laws, in streets we trust
[00:30.53] Make noise, never talk to the boys, let 'em discuss
[00:33.95] Call a doctor, lay you where you eat your pasta
[00:36.44] With big choppers from the Rasta in a helicopter (We fly)
[00:40.00] Video games we don't play
[00:41.96] PS3 rappers get broken in broad day (Break your face)
[00:45.57] Right on Myrtle and Broadway
[00:47.11] Run up in the boobie spot and hit 'em where they all stay
[00:49.78] Family ties, reason why your family cries, why?
[00:52.75] I need a shorty wop with vanity eyes
[00:54.91] We the stars of our own movies, Sly Stallone couldn't move me
[00:58.33] Feet up on the sofa rolling a doobie
[01:00.41] I walk with the strength of ten million hood niggas
[01:03.07] Who like to cause ruckus and love to pull triggers
[01:05.90] Habitual line steppers always trying to undercut
[01:08.69] Name on the dotted line, reserve the right to fuck you up
[01:12.49] I'm Kobe with the rock
[01:13.72] You a fourth quarter LeBron nigga ready to flop
[01:16.33] Yo, back to that other shit, glistening like a wet seal
[01:19.49] Work phone ringing, fiends looking for a fresh deal
[01:22.75] Line stances turn to mind trances
[01:24.84] Shorty's flat footed but her nose does line dances
[01:27.20] I love that, intricate thug rap, supply it often
[01:30.39] They try to clip my wings, I'll never be retired flossing
[01:33.12] Sipping silent, thinking violent, call it quiet sourcing
[01:35.78] The jewels I picked up over years is an acquired fortune
[01:38.45] Been burning shit consecutive, we never tire torching
[01:41.12] Your reputation has no juice, me I'm admired often
[01:44.01] Bitches wanna smoke, we give 'em floral rinses
[01:46.52] Then pass they mouth around and turn 'em into a oral princess
[01:49.29] It's just the way we move, welcome to NY
[01:51.77] Meisterstück in the coupe, nigga my pen fly
[01:54.45] Sig Sauer shower your whip if it's a time of war
[01:57.34] We used to grind the raw, hustling in a five below
[01:59.61] Crumpled dollars in a fiend's jeans pocket
[02:01.95] Scurry to the side of the building to cop it
[02:04.00] Then scurry back to the lobby to rock it
[02:06.08] I'm talking white Olivia Dukakis, Joe Cusack
[02:09.67] Suede shoe, blue coupe, roof back
[02:11.68] (Ayo the cops coming) Boof that
[02:13.54] Then break it down so you can toot-toot-a-loot that
[02:16.38] Straight from Queens, loafer to the pedal
[02:18.72] Steaks are medium rare, holster for the metal
[02:22.35] I'm getting closer with the devil
[02:24.36] I won't stop 'til there's an ocean on the bezel
[02:27.21] Sand art in my weed jar
[02:29.16] Did a backflip right into the window of the green car
[02:33.25] Then I peel like an orange
[02:35.23] Leather outfits, Martin Lawrence
[02:37.28] Three prongs on the pasta fork
[02:39.34] Spin the bucatini, doodoo stains in the joint, it's me
[02:43.39] Catch us on stage looking like drug lords
[02:45.72] Pen paragraphs for all my niggas that smoke sorts
[02:48.44] Whips change seasonal, roofs get removed
[02:50.78] Bitches bagging bundles new while vocals getting EQ'd
[02:53.85] Live nigga rap, real talk, that's us (Us)
[02:56.53] Cashmere everything, gats that bust (Bust)
[02:59.23] Outdoors, break laws, in streets we trust
[03:01.58] Make noise, never talk to the boys, let 'em discuss
[03:19.45]