Lyrics DBK Sweatsuit - Drew Famous

Yeah
Yeah
I like my blunt to look like stuffed crust
Top shelf bitch, back the fuck up
Top shelf za, bust a lung out your chest
Dope send you into cardiac arrest
Auntie got her ass in the Medicaid cab
How you get to the methadone clinic that fast
How you got all them percs, she done broke her back
Trappin since nine, why you talkin' like that
Dope nod, got her sleep standin' up
She was broke last night, but she ran it up
In the club with the hammer tucked
Get the camera out my face, bitch
Get that blam out my face, bitch
Your man got on a bunch of bullshit
Step in that bitch on bullshit
You coulda, shoulda, woulda, but you can't hit this
You should, you thought about it, but you won't
Dope boys up the block, they ain't get my vote
Unc paralyzed, made him stand up
Show you how to really run grams up
ETA five minute, pullin' up
Teddy Bruckshot dope, take your ring off
Pawn shop quit unc ring on
I can see unc ass on the Ring alarm
Amiri's on my ass, not G-Star
Trappin' all month, take a week off
Big Neph, not the one you can leech on
Brand new Dicky suit, no crease on it

DBK sweatsuit, I don't need a fleece
I make money every day with ease
Why is everyone in disbelief
I don't need a thing not meant to be
Bitch, I meant for me
I don't care what you need
I don't care what you want
Or what you think you want
Ain't shit for free
I won't put a single thing
Under your Christmas tree
Who the fuck do you think I am
Bitch I'm me
Like literally, I'm finna be
On top the world
Like on a TV screen
It's a gift to be in my vicinity
Thank God I'm gettin' flee
Like it was all a dream
And I just woke up in a brand new world
I brush my teeth, I grab my jacket
Know I keep one pearled
Don't get distracted by the racket
No, I stay on the road
You could drop me halfway across the globe
I'd find my way home