Look Out For D.R.U.G.S. Lyrics – Iggy Azalea & YG

[Intro: Iggy Azalea]
D.R.U.G.S.​

[Verse: Iggy Azalea]
Tire marks, tire marks
Finish line with the fire marks
When the relay starts
I'm a runaway slave-master
Sh!tting on the past, gotta spit it like a pastor
After, bash her, did it like Doe, like Dasher
Faster-motorbike faster
Iggy gotta get a b!tch, watch for my rapture
White b!tch go, 'bout to blow like the wind
Penthouse too, roof top at the Wynn
When I win, when I win, I win
No, when I with 'em, they good like shin
Got hoes on call, got hoes on call
To come through, take a pro-to-call
Just damaging, that's my protocol
Dismantle ya, Australians on Slauson
No camera, I don't care who you are
No condom rap, gotta give it to you raw
Pitchfork point, better pass me the joint
Gotta twist this beat, I'ma sprain my joint
Straight crack rock, ball 'til I pop, pop
Pull my trigger, Rap City, no Tigga
Yeah, shorty do it illa', I'm raw, no Digga'
What's my motherf**king name? It's Iggy, not Jigga
Don't compare me to her, throw the b!tch in the ditch
Ruff ruff ho, kill the b!tch, I'm Vick
Sewed the game up, stapled up in a stitch
Cl!ck-cl!ck, pow, D.R.U.G.S. gang, my clique
Look at my heels, LV on it
Ignorant Art, everybody on it
Everybody want it
666 got a three-car garage, driveway be The Omen
Boss like Cohen, hate me
Chordz in 3D, can't see me
Pockets better than a H3
I don't see you like mace-me, uh
D-R-U-G-S, cl!ck, oh, and we on, hater
On these hoes' hairs no activator
Whore's f**ked up when he activate-her
'Cause I'm going out with my hand raised
'Bout to smack, smack, smack 'til my hand cave
On the b!tch-made, honey, I'm paid
I'ma get laid, f**k your man cave
You act like ya real, be real, son
Kinda spaced-out, you b!tches be ducking
Better than your girl, than the best
Make the competition rest, unless it's sex, no less
I'ma f**k the whole game, I'm best
With my strap on, my vibrator
'Bout to bust a rhyme, no violator
Course no, I feel myself
I'm a masturbator
Like: "Uh, uh, uh, uh, f**k me! F**k me!"
Now I'm offbeat, my head hurts
I murk sh!t, I gets paper
Wash my mouth
I curse like a sailor, b!tch

[Outro: YG]
It's YG 4-Hunnid
Drug money, f**k with a n!gga
Pushing it like we up in this b!tch, ayy
Iggy spitting, y'all b!tches better
Get y'all bars up in this b!tch
For real, though
F-For real, though, for real, though
I show y'all, mh, snapping up, mh (Ha-ha)
Man, what the f**k?
What the f**k is she doing on Slauson?
Somebody tell me
What the f**k is she doing on Slauson?
Ha-ha
Pu**y flavor
D.R.U.G.S