(Yeah)
I'm tucking her up
She grabbing me crazy
End of the day
She just wanna play me
Can't shoot a sniper
So she cannot faze me
Talkin' shit like
Do you want a baby?
Nah!
I'm up in the spot
She feeling on me
Cuz I'm just that hot
I am just too fuego
Can't f*ck with a thot
Shouts out to my haters
And f*ck all my opps
These be them nikes
Check for the flight
Ballin like jordan
As tough as a knight
Niggas can talk
But niggas won't fight
Shots at your head
How they ending yo night
Food in the plate
Despite all the facts
Niggas be hating
Yeah niggas be vex
Stack up my money
Collect all my checks
Make sure a young nigga
Not living in debt
I don't know why
These niggas upset
I just know
That a young nigga up next
Stay humble
Ain't got no reason to flex
To win at this game
You gotta invest
Remain persistent
Make sure I'm the best
Can't be afraid to compete
Or contest
This grinding takes time
But I'm in my prime
So my inner spirit
Is as one of a lion's
So grab your momma and poppa!
I'm bout to start up some drama!
They keep throwing their hate!
I boil em up now the pasta
No time to communicate!
Give a f*ck bout your contra
I'm all about them bands
Swear to god
That's word to my grandma!
I'm on these blocks
Like I was a center
Sending these shots
Right out the barreta
F*ckin' a thot
No forcin she let us
I'm getting this cheddar
This paper like letters
I will not let up
Cuz I'm gettin better
I'm smoking this lettuce
My shawty look precious
These fellas is jealous
A young nigga reckless
I will leave you breathless
Societies menace
Ya bitch I'm her fetish
Pass it to gang
Cuz I am not selfish
You know I got aim
I bang ain't no blemish
I'm off the wock
Totin a chop
In front yo house
My choppa gon knock
Him out his socks
Stealing his soul
Like swipa the fox
Issa red dot
No chicken pox
Issa red dot
No chicken pox
So grab your momma and poppa!
I'm bout to start up some drama!
They keep throwing their hate!
I boil em up now the pasta
No time to communicate!
Give a f*ck bout your contra
I'm all about them bands
Swear to god
That's word to my grandma!
GB Jay - Drama (feat. YahYah) Lyrics
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(Yeah)
I'm tucking her up
She grabbing me crazy
End of the day
She just wanna play me
Can't shoot a sniper
So she cannot faze me
Talkin' shit like
Do you want a baby?
Nah!
I'm up in the spot
She feeling on me
Cuz I'm just that hot
I am just too fuego
Can't f*ck with a thot
Shouts out to my haters
And f*ck all my opps
These be them nikes
Check for the flight
Ballin like jordan
As tough as a knight
Niggas can talk
But niggas won't fight
Shots at your head
How they ending yo night
Food in the plate
Despite all the facts
Niggas be hating
Yeah niggas be vex
Stack up my money
Collect all my checks
Make sure a young nigga
Not living in debt
I don't know why
These niggas upset
I just know
That a young nigga up next
Stay humble
Ain't got no reason to flex
To win at this game
You gotta invest
Remain persistent
Make sure I'm the best
Can't be afraid to compete
Or contest
This grinding takes time
But I'm in my prime
So my inner spirit
Is as one of a lion's
So grab your momma and poppa!
I'm bout to start up some drama!
They keep throwing their hate!
I boil em up now the pasta
No time to communicate!
Give a f*ck bout your contra
I'm all about them bands
Swear to god
That's word to my grandma!
I'm on these blocks
Like I was a center
Sending these shots
Right out the barreta
F*ckin' a thot
No forcin she let us
I'm getting this cheddar
This paper like letters
I will not let up
Cuz I'm gettin better
I'm smoking this lettuce
My shawty look precious
These fellas is jealous
A young nigga reckless
I will leave you breathless
Societies menace
Ya bitch I'm her fetish
Pass it to gang
Cuz I am not selfish
You know I got aim
I bang ain't no blemish
I'm off the wock
Totin a chop
In front yo house
My choppa gon knock
Him out his socks
Stealing his soul
Like swipa the fox
Issa red dot
No chicken pox
Issa red dot
No chicken pox
So grab your momma and poppa!
I'm bout to start up some drama!
They keep throwing their hate!
I boil em up now the pasta
No time to communicate!
Give a f*ck bout your contra
I'm all about them bands
Swear to god
That's word to my grandma!
I'm tucking her up
She grabbing me crazy
End of the day
She just wanna play me
Can't shoot a sniper
So she cannot faze me
Talkin' shit like
Do you want a baby?
Nah!
I'm up in the spot
She feeling on me
Cuz I'm just that hot
I am just too fuego
Can't f*ck with a thot
Shouts out to my haters
And f*ck all my opps
These be them nikes
Check for the flight
Ballin like jordan
As tough as a knight
Niggas can talk
But niggas won't fight
Shots at your head
How they ending yo night
Food in the plate
Despite all the facts
Niggas be hating
Yeah niggas be vex
Stack up my money
Collect all my checks
Make sure a young nigga
Not living in debt
I don't know why
These niggas upset
I just know
That a young nigga up next
Stay humble
Ain't got no reason to flex
To win at this game
You gotta invest
Remain persistent
Make sure I'm the best
Can't be afraid to compete
Or contest
This grinding takes time
But I'm in my prime
So my inner spirit
Is as one of a lion's
So grab your momma and poppa!
I'm bout to start up some drama!
They keep throwing their hate!
I boil em up now the pasta
No time to communicate!
Give a f*ck bout your contra
I'm all about them bands
Swear to god
That's word to my grandma!
I'm on these blocks
Like I was a center
Sending these shots
Right out the barreta
F*ckin' a thot
No forcin she let us
I'm getting this cheddar
This paper like letters
I will not let up
Cuz I'm gettin better
I'm smoking this lettuce
My shawty look precious
These fellas is jealous
A young nigga reckless
I will leave you breathless
Societies menace
Ya bitch I'm her fetish
Pass it to gang
Cuz I am not selfish
You know I got aim
I bang ain't no blemish
I'm off the wock
Totin a chop
In front yo house
My choppa gon knock
Him out his socks
Stealing his soul
Like swipa the fox
Issa red dot
No chicken pox
Issa red dot
No chicken pox
So grab your momma and poppa!
I'm bout to start up some drama!
They keep throwing their hate!
I boil em up now the pasta
No time to communicate!
Give a f*ck bout your contra
I'm all about them bands
Swear to god
That's word to my grandma!
Writer: GB Jay
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