I Need More Drugs - Bass Santana, Ski Mask The Slump God

Look, I done fucked around and turned your daughter to a eater, yeah

If my baby cheating on me, I don’t really need her, yeah

Ugly motherfucker got the pretty hoes dreaming, yeah

I can’t help myself, no, I was always out here scheming, yeah

Bass God, Bass God, Bass God, Bass, yeah

I could wash my pain away with drugs to the face

I could front your ass at least a dub if he’s straight

I won’t make deliveries unless it’s an eighth

On my dick, on my dick, I’m a mean ass nigga

You don’t rap, you ain’t real, you a green ass nigga

I got pack, I got pack, I got loud, loud, loud

I don’t trap, bitch I juug

It go down, down, down

Hold up

Eat the pussy, leave her ass behind like yesterday

I got the track, we could text today

Pull out the pack and I flex a J, Lord knows, knows

I don’t fuck with you, it ain’t no need to speculate

I bring his bitch into the base

I got that voodoo for you, baby

I got the shooters going crazy

I let them do the illustration

I’m in the mood, I’m hella faded

You’re my pursuit like Will and Jaden

I must remove the text you gave me

You know my main investigating

I got the acid, I’m amazing

I gotta laugh when I’m sedated

Hold on, I’m on point, I’m on point, pull up

Hopping through the county, I’ve been tryna make a move up

Never been a sober motherfucker, hallelujah

I’m the one that showed a motherfucker how to do it

Run up on a other nigga, ever been a gutter nigga

Caught him with the cutter, had to cut a nigga up bih

Who got the funk?

Who got the pack?

Just hit me up, I’ll hit you back

Young nigga, young nigga, young lit nigga

No shit, I was with your bitch, she was lit, nigga

No flex, they the ones who slept on some real niggas

Hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up

Like, hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up

Like hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up

Like young nigga, young nigga, young lit nigga

Hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up

Like

Dolemite, dynamite, galactic your ass tonight

Acid trip manager, I spy a K tonight

Jugular, jugular, slice it with pocket knife

I want your mother now, cougar my dick tonight

I been charged up like some Powerade, Broward made

Throwin' shade at you like a bucket hat, mmm

Minute Maid, OJ, light aid, risk worth

Niggas hatin' on me, what the fuck is that?

Mm

Yo' bitch confuse you like riddle, mm

You niggas sticky like maple, mmm

.40 tug tight like a cradle, mm

Fantasy, I’m yo' bitch faithful, mm

She suck like vampire, I stake her, mmm

Build-A-Bear Workshop, I take her, mm

Beat the pussy like I hate her, mm

She sniff that white but no Quaker, mmm

Take him, meet his maker, As-Salaam-Alaikum

I just want the paper quick like a pussy

Fall in like a laker, big dick like an acre

I need more drugs in the pot, bitch I’m cooking

Dancing with the Stars, my diamonds shining

And it couldn’t be a better timing, mm

Nigga call your barber, your line is frowning

Fade away, fade away the climate, ew

Young nigga, young nigga, young lit nigga

No shit, I was with your bitch, she was lit, nigga

No flex, they the ones who slept on some real niggas

Hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up

Like, hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up

Like hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up

Like young nigga, young nigga, young lit nigga

Hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up

Like…

I need more drugs (My motherfucking line)

You need more drugs (Hol' up, Hol' up)

We need more drugs, yo, yo (My motherfucking line)

Look, I need more drugs (My motherfucking line)

You need more drugs (Ay)

We need more drugs, yo, yo (Hol' up, Hol' up)

I need more drugs (Ay)

You need more drugs, yeah (Whachu say?)

We need more drugs (Hol' up, hol' up)

Hold on, I need more drugs, yeah (Ay)

You need more drugs, yeah

We need more drugs (Whachu say?)

Bass, nigga, hol' on

Bass, nigga, hol' on

I need more drugs

You need more drugs, hey

We need more drugs

Bass, hol' on, hey

Bass, bass, bass, bass, nigga

On my fucking 20 what you owe me boy

On my fucking 20, nigga