作曲 : Durk Banks

[Intro]

Hol' up, hol' up

[Verse 1]

Marni bucket with the jacket to match

Askin' bitches "Where the chemistry at?"

See you trippin' when they visitin' max

Takin' guns, we ain't givin' it back

You ain't ****in', no fraternity bag

I done told bitches, this ain't a finesse

Bro, you a killer, then say it with your chest

Bro get to clutchin', he trippin' off X

Bitch, you ain't nothin', ain't trippin' for sex

I was so deep and I came in her chest

Back to back sex, you know honey the best

I can not ever wear Cardi's again

Count up a million, my hands was swole

Why you so cocky? Your friends is hoes

You got a Porsche, we ain't playin' with those

Bitch, I'm the reason the trenches home

Shoot me a text, ain't answer the phone

The two-hundred minutes ain't lastin' long

Hop in a group with the trenches phone

I'm tryna see what the trenches on

Got him a car again

I told him to spin and spin and spin again

That was an accident

You need your lashes here, bitch, get in

I done move fast again

I done brought the car all cash, I need tints

He hit the perculator for the Percocets

These niggas ain't my friends

[Chorus]

Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em

Hold up, them drugs, hold up

Like, hold up, them drugs, you got 'em

Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em

Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em

Hold up, them drugs, hold up

Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em (Yeah)

Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em (Yeah)

[Verse 2]

He off a muscle, relaxin'

He know the customers got 'em, serve him, woah

He like a certain reaction

Why he be takin' them capsules? I'm like "Woah"

I get a certain reaction

I'm keepin' the murderers happy, I'm like "Woah"

She know her ass is fatter

She know how that surgery got her, I'm like "Woah"

Pussy stinkin'

She tryna blame her PH balance, I'm like "No"

Two things ain't ever seen is one main hoppin' hoes, one go

I'm a dog, gotta shake the paw, I'll **** your friend, she won't know

Why you be tellin' the business? But since you gon' tell the tellin', you be off the cope

Plan B, she be eatin' pills, I done tricked her to takin', ain't ****in' no more

Brodie cup got lean still, if I take a pill, I'm drivin' the boat

I was never into abusin' women, when I **** from the back, I be grabbin' her throat

Never believe what the blogs be talkin' about, you know we ain't duckin' the smoke

Brodie a gremlin, he popped him a fake Percocet, his face hurt

I'm in Miami, you think I'm the fake Durk, get hit in your face first

I mix the purple and yellow together, I feel way better, a Laker

I can't chase her, nah, I can't chase her

[Chorus]

Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em

Hold up, them drugs, hold up

Like, hold up, them drugs, you got 'em

Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em

Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em

Hold up, them drugs, hold up

Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em (Yeah)

Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em (Yeah)