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Young Scooter

Drug Lord

 

Drug Lord

(album: Trap Hero - 2019)


(CorMill)
Haha
For sure (Indo Beats)
Salute to all like the
The real drug lords
Niggas who ain't fold

Drug lords, plug wars
Trap gods, trap lords
Black shades, Tom Ford
And no, not one nigga that I can't afford
Drug lords, plug wars
Trap gods, trap lords
Black shades, Tom Ford
And no, not one nigga that I can't afford

I hope they free El Chapo, biggest drug lord ever
At the trap awards, I know I get the Jugg King medal
Freeway Ricky Ross, yeah, I'm talking hustles like that
Made myself a boss, nigga, and I ain't never look back
Plug prices, shooting dices
My lil' brother down the road doing time with lifers
Don't get caught in these dirty streets, you know this shit a cycle
Yeah, street make the trap sing, young Michael

Rayful Edmond told something
Alpo told something
John Gotti, he ain't told nothing
Ralo ahk, he ain't told nothing (Street)

Drug lords, plug wars
Trap gods, trap lords
Black shades, Tom Ford
And no, not one nigga that I can't afford
Drug lords, plug wars
Trap gods, trap lords
Black shades, Tom Ford
And no, not one nigga that I can't afford

BMF, BMF
Free Big Meech until my last breath
Pablo Escobar was a real nigga, yeah
Lost a half a million dollar load and I ain't even care
Griselda Blanco put a hit on you, they pull up on motorcycles
Every day I'm with my niggas kicking shit like a baby diaper
I'm walking through New York, I got my Rich Porter fur on
Addicted to the streets, so everyday I trap wrong

Rayful Edmond told something
Alpo told something
John Gotti, he ain't told nothing
Ralo ahk, he ain't told nothing (Street)

Drug lords, plug wars
Trap gods, trap lords
Black shades, Tom Ford
And no, not one nigga that I can't afford
Drug lords, plug wars
Trap gods, trap lords
Black shades, Tom Ford
And no, not one nigga that I can't afford

Rayful Edmond told something
Alpo told something
John Gotti, he ain't told nothing
Ralo ahk, he ain't told nothing (Street)

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