Bout Drama lyrics

by

YungLiV


[Intro]
(Ooh Sav you killed it)
Yeah-yeah, go, go

[Chorus]
I know he got his gun inside this b*tch is he gon' shoot it
Foenem totin' drums in this b*tch, my shooters clueless
She kept on sayin' she in love, easily turnt her to a groupie
I can't be calmer then on lives, we let the opps run they lil' movie
We don't be claimin' innocents, he ain't a fact, I won't blick 'em
I told my cuz "Don't get involved", now auntie mad we whacked the n*gga
They told me "Tell the truth inside the district", gave 'em all fifty
Can't talk on IG 'bout all the opps, i know we watch 'bout all the curtains

[Verse]
I get in mode about some drums
So many up and felt them shells that lil' bro left from out that chop
All I needed was 8 shots and knock a n*gga off his rock
No NLE but I be floatin' over east with a few shots
The FN blow, thats 2 for 1, and put him down there with his partner
Frrr, fan a switch for dissin' 'bout one my little hitters
I turnt this opp b*tch to a fan, she ate my di*k and took a picture
Lil' baby just don't tag me in it, my baby momma be on insta
It ain't that hard to catch a B, walk down and blast him out the image
Thursday hot tomorrow we drillin', when shh died, his gun wasn't with him
I put that X pill in my body, then get active off the feelin'
She kept on sayin' that she in love, bro what the f*ck, this lil b*tch trippin'
Packed in the Hellcat with some thugs from over east, smokin' on [?]
I know these n*ggas hate my net worth, doubled up since we been winnin'
They said I signed for cheap, dropped 30 on my belt, 20 on denim
The other sh*t, put it in tuck, we turned the summer into winter
Broad day caught without no gun, now he a memory on insta
Yeah I be singing, but the opps know how I get when I start b*tchin'
Bussin' off a cuz, rollin' off a triple stack of mentions
Real-life internet thug, he ain't ever shoot his pistol
And if he did it wasn't at opps, n*ggas be [?]

[Chorus]
I know he got his gun inside this b*tch is he gon' shoot it
Foenem totin' drums in this b*tch, my shooters clueless
She kept on sayin' she in love, easily turnt her to a groupie
I can't be calmer then on lives, we let the opps run they lil' movie
We don't be claimin' innocents, he ain't a fact, I won't blick 'em
I told my cuz "Don't get involved", now auntie mad we whacked the n*gga
They told me "Tell the truth inside the district", gave 'em all fifty
Can't talk on IG 'bout all the opps, i know we watch 'bout all the curtains
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