A$AP Ant - Drugs on the Table lyrics

[Intro: RetcH] Yeah n***a 87 Renogangicious [?] [?] 2012 Coke and White b**hes [Hook: RetcH] Drugs on the table Hoes on the floor n***as shooting dice, couple bottle on pour My n***a Dollar came through with the Xans and the smoke And forty more b**hes just walked through the door Said they walked through the door Forty more b**hes just walked through the door My n***a Dollar came through with the Xans and the smoke And forty more b**hes just walked through the door [Verse 1:RetcH] Drugs on the table Hoes on the floor [?] s*uts smoking blunts in my ‘Lo I know she with the sh**s she want to keep on some blow And forty more b**hes just walked through the door My n***a got the punch and he pouring up a four Better take it easy, sip sip slow And I'm like, “Nah my n***a, Ima just f** with this smoke” Got this ice in my cup And this Rémy in my coke Cause that Sprite mixed with Actavis no mother f**ing joke Seen a b**h I used to f** But I ain't even speak cause she f**ing with that pretty b**h I met last week And she look so f**ing good Got her bucket on low and she don't even wear panties That's the trillest b**h I know And every time we f** I f** her so she don't forget it I can tell that she ain't met a real n***a in a minute I'm a gift from the gods So I bless her with my presence Got that p**y on lock let's bring it back to the essence I don't really bring her around she make these b**hes look like peasants So we gon enjoy the night Lil' mama why you be stressing we got [Hook] [Verse 2: A$AP Ant] Where the weed at? Where the Xans at? Where the lean at? Get f**ed up Drugs on the table knows what's up Light skin with a fat a** Hit a blunt no [?] Got my eye on the cash Dice game, triple up Yellow Tuss, double cup Bismuth is going down, Ciroc shots, more rounds Blow a pound, high as f** My right hand man got a burner tucked Act stupid, shoot your party Eyes red than the devil Dig yourself, get a shovel Paddle to Nadle Crash car up, buy a new one Hell yeah, I'm on one She wobble a** like a ceiling fan Panties silver like a pan Ride me like a sedan Thinking I'm gonna make her mine When I hit she know the time Out the b**h, chase money Laugh, ain't sh** funny Penis in her tummy Eating me like some gummies I'm the reason she ain't bummy [Outro: RetcH] Drugs on the table Hoes on the floor n***as shooting dice, couple bottle on pour My n***a Dollar came through with the Xans and the smoke And forty more b**hes just walked through the door