Текст и перевод песни Matty Wood$ - Drugs on M, Pt. 2

Drugs on M, Pt. 2

Aye, yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah, yeah, aye,
Yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah, yeah, aye, yeah, aye
But a g thing, baby, to smoke down g's goin' crazy, yeah
Aye, yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah, yeah, aye, yeah, aye

Smokin' in my tommy tees, mommy please, promise me
Only roll my dope up in a wood, that's my policy
The simplest philosophy, Swisher Sweet, bitch, get up off of me
No room for what you offerin', honestly, this that Bellboy Blue pack
Baby this the finest weed, and it's Young Wood$
Feel like dope's favorite prodigy, how much I'm gone smoke today?
Three rolls in my rolling tray, flame-o wouldn't float away
Matty got the dope today
Bitch I got your hopes and your dreams in this bag, aye
Bitch I got your hopes and your dreams in this bag, aye
Bitch I got your hopes and your dreams in this bag, aye
Servin' all the dope fiends, right up out my pack, aye
I don't need your heart, aye, hold a conversation
You know this from the start, just hit me for your medication
I don't need your heart, aye, hold a conversation
You know this from the start, just hit me for your medication
Cause I got the drugs, got the drugs, got the drugs on me
All this dope, so much dope, got the dope on me
I got the drugs, got the drugs, got the drugs on me
All this dope, so much dope, smokin' in my Tommy tees, yeah

Drugs on M, Pt. 2

Aye, yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah, yeah, aye,
Yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah, yeah, aye, yeah, aye
But a g thing, baby, to smoke down g's goin' crazy, yeah
Aye, yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah, yeah, aye, yeah, aye

Smoking in my Tommy tees, mommy please, promise me
Only roll my dope up in a wood, that's my policy
The simplest philosophy, Swisher Sweet, bitch, get up off of me
No room for what you offering, honestly, this that Bellboy Blue pack
Baby this the finest weed, and it's Young Wood$
Feel like dope's favorite prodigy, how much I'm gonna smoke today?
Three rolls in my rolling tray, flame-o wouldn't float away
Matty's got the dope today
Bitch I got your hopes and dreams in this bag
Bitch I got your hopes and dreams in this bag
Bitch I got your hopes and dreams in this bag
Servin' all the dope fiends, up out of my pack
I don't need your heart, let's have a conversation
You know this from the start, just hit me for your medication
I don't need your heart, let's have a conversation
You know this from the start, just hit me for your medication
'Cause I got the drugs, the drugs, the drugs on me
All this dope, so much dope, I got the dope on me
I got the drugs, the drugs, the drugs on me
All this dope, so much dope, smokin' in my Tommy tees, yeah