Drama

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Let me pick my bag up, fill the fucking mag up

Running down, I'm masked up, put your fucking hands up

.223 that we gon' bust, ain't having no hoes, y'all cooled off

Walk up to my block and come do some

'Bout that smoke, I can't even move on

Smoking dope, it fuck up my lawn

Better not try that shit, I'm not one of them boys

Try to reach, I shoot your arms

Nigga probably steal my bars

I can't walk with fucking drums

Walk down, having two guns

Shoot my gun, I'm in front yard

Duckin' smoke 'cause you not hard

On the block, we pullin' your card

On that front porch, this shit vanguard

Run down on you, get your bag

After I flip this bitch, switch out the mag

I be tempted to break in your Jag

On that dice, eliminate your cash

Quentin got me up on Mars

Lil' boy steady breakin' cars

Gotta fill my double cup up

On that Grinch, it got me stuck

Pull on your block in black truck

In a bang-out, we pop out

In a bang-out, you gone hide

Get away car, we got fives

Nigga really spooked up on 9

I can't pop out without iron

Smoking dope, it fuck up my mind

My lil' partner be scamming on Chime

Rainy day, we run you down

Out of town, move with fires

It's a stick-up, your hand can't move around

I'm tryna bump, you shooting in the sky

Nigga drunk, he up out his mind

When I start shooting my sticks, they be fine

For the loot, we come run you down

Fuck your troops, we gunning 'em down

Duck off in a country town

Hands sticky, porcupine

Shout out whole gang and old block

We really came out that drop

I got my dick in your ho mouth, yeah

Let me pick my bag up, fill the fucking mag up

Running down, I'm masked up, put your fucking hands up

.223 that we gon' bust, ain't having no hoes, y'all cooled off