Casisdead - Drugs lyrics

[Simon] "Yeah hello mate, it's Jack I got f**ed last night off of that crack It's my birthday today, got a little cash I'm looking to get mashed" [CASisDEAD] "Yeah, you want to get mashed I got the white, brown and hash Take your pick but don't take the mick No ticks, just live cash" [Simon] "Cool geez, I've got a couple bills Might as well bring down a couple pills I'm 39 today You might as well do me a couple deals" [Verse 1] Yeah bruv, I'll deal with you nicely Even though my sh** is pricey I won't bump you like I did last time Every hit, a gram precisely Sold two twos, I grab two Q's And bust out before mum wakes up from her snooze And a little bit of brown, and a little bit of white, plus E's that I put in my shoes I'm always around town in the middle of the night, just trying to move off that food Don't even bullsh**, I like a little bit of hype, a little bit of excitement And speaking of excitement Ain't that Simon That same yout' I gave a consignment to, he is slipping Hey yo Simon, what? Where's my dough? uhm Simon, what? Where's my dough? uhm Simon, you must want man to get violent I'm just about to wile out So on this occasion, Simon did not have Castro's paper So he got his head caved in off the pavement Collecting my payment, I was like later By a payment what I'm referring to was the chain he had [?] [?] All the facts are true I started rinsing the credit I phoned Badger, he's a shotter too He was like, "Come little park" - I was like "I've got lots to do" - "I've got shots for you" So I popped there, he had shots for two I had to shot the Q And split the other Q into one twos Well at least I think there was one twos [Simon] "Yeah hello mate, I've been here for a little while now I'm at that... f**ing... the bins, yeah What's going on, bruv, what's going on?" [CASisDEAD] "Shut up! I told you to f**ing wait You see, this is what I f**ing hate You want the B, so don't chat sh**, what're you gonna do if I'm f**ing late?" [Simon] "Look, bruv, I don't want trouble, right Like I said, it's my birthday I just want to go opera house and... erm... f**ing..." [CASisDEAD] "Ah, shut up, you smackhead! I said I'll be there soon Just go and find your spoon You fiend, and get off my line" [Verse 2] So I rolled up to the high road and saw Tyrone One white yout' that sniffs white and lives on my road My man never spent his giro So I niced that prick Yeah three for five O That was bait, breeze from 5-0 Hop over the gate, live-o I do this for survival Cats get excited on my arrival Cause you know I got the best crack, yeah I hold the title In a war ting I hold the rifle Get shift then bust case like Michael Ay, wait a minute, ain't that my cat Oi, listen, just ‘cause I'm gone Just make sure you listen to my song Cause it's about that crack And I'm about that