Yea,Yea,Yea
Fire it up
Bitch, fire the blunt
You dropped but it wasn't fire enough
Roll me a blunt I ain't high enough
For real I ain't in the sky enough
I took a 8th to the neck
She did it all for a check
Damn she throwing her neck, eughh
Fuck it spend a night At the studio
Bitch we putting in work
Go and get you a pack, Then go flip it up
Watch your money twerk
Man all these bitches, they just want some bread
Damn these bitches birds
Man you whack as hell, never sold no dope
Man these niggas nerds
Yea, I'm popping my shit I'm a grown man
One and Only bitch I'm my own man
Nigga I need my wrist on snowman
You don't want money nigga what you want then?
Oh this nigga want his hoe back, we just treat the bitch like a door mat
Where the lean nigga where the fours at?
Where the weed at, where the bowls at?
I'm getting my mama Chanel
I'm getting Ms. Drama Chanel
They gone be calling me Drama Chanel
Finna count up some commas for real
Bitch I'm your daddy, your papa for real
Talking shit, I might pop up for real
I'm popping my shit with no deal
I'm popping this shit for a mil
Yea I get racks to speak
Drama the best in the motherfuckin game, it sound like facts to me
Yea I remember I ain't have nobody, they turned they backs to me
Bitch that's blasphemy
Drama a God, Yea
Naw for real
I might go pop me a X pill, Now I'm just feeling like X man
I'm with the gang, my niggas they real
And you're just surrounded by yes men
I got a bitch she the baddest
I got the baddest I'm blessed man
If you want the swag you could have it
Asking them questions you turned into Guess man
You spent all the bread in your pocket
Now you more walking around with less man
Now you're walking around with less than
Don't let them catch you lacking with a red hand
Caught you lacking you a dead man
You be snitching on em, you a fed man eughh