Hollywood Younging, Peysoh - DRUGZ & DA TREE Lyrics

2Tone
Uh real high
Yea
I'm off the drugs and the tree
Yea
She loving on me
I'm with the thugs in these streets
Mud spilling I got mud in my sheets
Runts pack I put the eight in the leave
I'm tryna make 20k everyweek
Pull up on niggas they be sweet
Pull up on niggas man Nigga they ain't want nun
Pull the choppa out yea nigga imma spark some
Buttercup nigga and I bet your homie blossom
Randy Moss a body yea nigga imma toss him
I'm real high
I'm off the drugs and the tree
She fell in love with a P
Still with the thugs in these streets
Mud spilling I got mud on my tee
Red bottoms I got blood on my feet
They ain't showing no love in these streets
You'll get left with a slug in these streets
Look
They ain't no love in these streets
Hard times remember days I ain't eat
I was broke now my wrist on freeze
Remember laying on that bed cold sweats and no sheets
Down bad, Hit a lick is it in you Nigga?
Hit a house, snatch a chain is it in you Nigga?
Opps tripping we gone slide is it in you Nigga?
Cause when you sitting in that cell ain't no bitching out
Judge said life, He ain't a killer now
There's a lot of niggas faking when they on the outs
Why'd you get up in this car if you ain't bouncing out?
Ay don't talk about that skit if you ain't air it out
Real high
I'm off the drugs and the tree
She fell in love with a P
Still with the thugs in these streets
Mud spilling I got mud on my tee
Red bottoms I got blood on my feet
They ain't showing no love in these streets
You'll get left with a slug in these streets

2Tone
Uh real high
Yea
I'm off the drugs and the tree
Yea
She loving on me
I'm with the thugs in these streets
Mud spilling I got mud in my sheets
Runts pack I put the eight in the leave
I'm tryna make 20k everyweek
Pull up on niggas they be sweet
Pull up on niggas man Nigga they ain't want nun
Pull the choppa out yea nigga imma spark some
Buttercup nigga and I bet your homie blossom
Randy Moss a body yea nigga imma toss him
I'm real high
I'm off the drugs and the tree
She fell in love with a P
Still with the thugs in these streets
Mud spilling I got mud on my tee
Red bottoms I got blood on my feet
They ain't showing no love in these streets
You'll get left with a slug in these streets
Look
They ain't no love in these streets
Hard times remember days I ain't eat
I was broke now my wrist on freeze
Remember laying on that bed cold sweats and no sheets
Down bad, Hit a lick is it in you Nigga?
Hit a house, snatch a chain is it in you Nigga?
Opps tripping we gone slide is it in you Nigga?
Cause when you sitting in that cell ain't no bitching out
Judge said life, He ain't a killer now
There's a lot of niggas faking when they on the outs
Why'd you get up in this car if you ain't bouncing out?
Ay don't talk about that skit if you ain't air it out
Real high
I'm off the drugs and the tree
She fell in love with a P
Still with the thugs in these streets
Mud spilling I got mud on my tee
Red bottoms I got blood on my feet
They ain't showing no love in these streets
You'll get left with a slug in these streets