Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
Yo Drama, I just mean to ask you gang uhh, when you gonna drop some more music
You know it's been a minute since your last couple projects, and uhh I don't know man
When you gon uhh when you gon drop?
Drama? Drop some f*cking music bro
Like, I'm tired of playing with you, I'm tired of calling you and telling you to drop music
Drop that shit
Damn Drama, when you gonna drop
RSQ8 with the windows tinted
And I got a bad bitch in it
Talk about money so much, I'm winded
Ima get it as long as they print it
Checkin me a bag like hotels
He ain't got motion, oh well
Pack in ima catch it like Odell
It's vacuum sealed, ain't no smell
Stuffed them racks in a shoebox
I stay with the ratchet, tool box
Bad bitch that's my lil doowop
And she love gettin to the guwop
Baby girl, welcome to the f*ck house
If you ain't tryna f*ck, get the f*ck out
Couldn't go outside, so I snuck out
This shit on the floor, I can't run out
We got 556 and 762s
Ima up this bitch and blow like soup
I treat this bitch like a two-door coupe
Ima push this butt, take off his roof
That boy was talkin out the side of his neck
Punched him in his mouth, he lost his tooth
She steady talkin bout she f*ck with bosses
Baby, I f*ck with bosses too
I don't wanna hear that you hungry
I don't wanna hear that you got it in cash
I don't wanna hear that you want this, want that
Bitch, go get in yo bag
All these bitches want my money
All these bitches want my bread
I think they should see a doctor
Cause these hoes sick in the head
See I ain't really drop no music
Cause I'm in a different mode
I'm lookin for clarity
I think I got different goals
And who the f*ck said I gave up
I ain't never lost my hope
But if you can't take that heat
Then bitch get off my stove
Then bitch get out my kitchen
Got a beam on the Glock, won't miss him
Im wit my dog like Shaggy
We gon hunt him down, sick him
You better ask about Lil Drama G
A nigga never took no shit from me
Stop askin me when I'm bout to drop off
Im finna put my phone on DnD
Answer the phone, bitch ass nigga
DramaGirl - Me vs Me Lyrics
DramaGirl - Me vs Me Lyrics
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Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
Yo Drama, I just mean to ask you gang uhh, when you gonna drop some more music
You know it's been a minute since your last couple projects, and uhh I don't know man
When you gon uhh when you gon drop?
Drama? Drop some f*cking music bro
Like, I'm tired of playing with you, I'm tired of calling you and telling you to drop music
Drop that shit
Damn Drama, when you gonna drop
RSQ8 with the windows tinted
And I got a bad bitch in it
Talk about money so much, I'm winded
Ima get it as long as they print it
Checkin me a bag like hotels
He ain't got motion, oh well
Pack in ima catch it like Odell
It's vacuum sealed, ain't no smell
Stuffed them racks in a shoebox
I stay with the ratchet, tool box
Bad bitch that's my lil doowop
And she love gettin to the guwop
Baby girl, welcome to the f*ck house
If you ain't tryna f*ck, get the f*ck out
Couldn't go outside, so I snuck out
This shit on the floor, I can't run out
We got 556 and 762s
Ima up this bitch and blow like soup
I treat this bitch like a two-door coupe
Ima push this butt, take off his roof
That boy was talkin out the side of his neck
Punched him in his mouth, he lost his tooth
She steady talkin bout she f*ck with bosses
Baby, I f*ck with bosses too
I don't wanna hear that you hungry
I don't wanna hear that you got it in cash
I don't wanna hear that you want this, want that
Bitch, go get in yo bag
All these bitches want my money
All these bitches want my bread
I think they should see a doctor
Cause these hoes sick in the head
See I ain't really drop no music
Cause I'm in a different mode
I'm lookin for clarity
I think I got different goals
And who the f*ck said I gave up
I ain't never lost my hope
But if you can't take that heat
Then bitch get off my stove
Then bitch get out my kitchen
Got a beam on the Glock, won't miss him
Im wit my dog like Shaggy
We gon hunt him down, sick him
You better ask about Lil Drama G
A nigga never took no shit from me
Stop askin me when I'm bout to drop off
Im finna put my phone on DnD
Answer the phone, bitch ass nigga
Yo Drama, I just mean to ask you gang uhh, when you gonna drop some more music
You know it's been a minute since your last couple projects, and uhh I don't know man
When you gon uhh when you gon drop?
Drama? Drop some f*cking music bro
Like, I'm tired of playing with you, I'm tired of calling you and telling you to drop music
Drop that shit
Damn Drama, when you gonna drop
RSQ8 with the windows tinted
And I got a bad bitch in it
Talk about money so much, I'm winded
Ima get it as long as they print it
Checkin me a bag like hotels
He ain't got motion, oh well
Pack in ima catch it like Odell
It's vacuum sealed, ain't no smell
Stuffed them racks in a shoebox
I stay with the ratchet, tool box
Bad bitch that's my lil doowop
And she love gettin to the guwop
Baby girl, welcome to the f*ck house
If you ain't tryna f*ck, get the f*ck out
Couldn't go outside, so I snuck out
This shit on the floor, I can't run out
We got 556 and 762s
Ima up this bitch and blow like soup
I treat this bitch like a two-door coupe
Ima push this butt, take off his roof
That boy was talkin out the side of his neck
Punched him in his mouth, he lost his tooth
She steady talkin bout she f*ck with bosses
Baby, I f*ck with bosses too
I don't wanna hear that you hungry
I don't wanna hear that you got it in cash
I don't wanna hear that you want this, want that
Bitch, go get in yo bag
All these bitches want my money
All these bitches want my bread
I think they should see a doctor
Cause these hoes sick in the head
See I ain't really drop no music
Cause I'm in a different mode
I'm lookin for clarity
I think I got different goals
And who the f*ck said I gave up
I ain't never lost my hope
But if you can't take that heat
Then bitch get off my stove
Then bitch get out my kitchen
Got a beam on the Glock, won't miss him
Im wit my dog like Shaggy
We gon hunt him down, sick him
You better ask about Lil Drama G
A nigga never took no shit from me
Stop askin me when I'm bout to drop off
Im finna put my phone on DnD
Answer the phone, bitch ass nigga
Writer: Nadeja Hannah
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid