Drama lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Shod Beatz)
Whole lotta sub sh*t, no scrub sh*t, n*gga, you understand me?

[Verse]
You know I gotta move flake
So every day, I'm out late (Ayy)
I just slide on Grape
Now I'm ridin' down 8 (Let's get it)
I'm just lookin' for your apes (f*ckboy)
You better not let me see his face
I'm bound to put him on a chase (f*ckboy)
Put the barrel to his face
Have him starin' at the nine
b*tch, I do this all the time
You gon' respect a n*gga mind
Or you gon' respect this iron
Run up, get closer (Ayy)
b*tch, I'm doin' what I'm 'posed to (Ayy)
b*tch, I put you on a poster
I'ma hit you and your chauffeur (You understand me?)
And your arm and your leg and your chest and your head and your shouldеr
Won't stop 'til it's over
But this beef gotta stop (Ayy)
So your body gotta drop
Could've killed a fakе rapper on the beach (f*ckboy)
Should've left a fake rapper in the streets (f*ckboy)
See, with our without, man, these jits gon' gangbang
Wake up, slide, do the same thing
All my n*ggas wanna do is get dumb high (Ayy)
Pocket full of blues, Cuban link, dumb fly (Ayy)
Catch a body, skip states, f*ck mad hoes (You know?)
Know Pooh pulls, yeah, I got bad hoes (Ayy)
And you know I got Lexus, Bimmers, Benz, Infiniti, and I got Jag hoes (Got babies)
Got a lot of b*tches, that was just five hoes (Ayy)
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' her, but that don't make her my ho (You know?)
Reminiscing back when I was a jit
I was out there on a lick
I was thuggin' with my eyes closed (Ayy)
I'm the type of n*gga slide through your hood broad day with the wood
Just to show you what my mind on
Let a n*gga try to run, run him down with a gun
I'ma draw on his ass, leave his spine gone
And the opps say they thuggin'
But they know it ain't nothin'
Plus they know they ain't comin'
Plus they know how we rockin' (Ayy)
Broad day when we poppin' (Ayy)
When we see 'em, they droppin'
Lot of opps really fans
But I slid on they mans (You know?)
So they can't reach they hands
They know Wavy got them bands
They know Wavy got them cans (Ayy)
They know Wavy get you fanned
I'll kidnap your wifey (Ayy)
About my check like Nike (Ayy)
Know these n*ggas don't like me
But ain't nothin' like me (Nah)
Bet them boys don't wanna fight me (Nah)
Probably hatin' 'cause I'm icy (Wavy)
Take it back to the gunplay (Ayy)
Let him hear what the gun say (Ayy)
He gon' die when the gun spray
Kill this n*gga on my feet, that's my honor (Ayy)
Use my right hand to speak to Your Honor (Ayy)
I just pulled up on a Jeep and a Honda (Ayy)
Please don't put me out the crib 'less it's all 'bout the bread
'Cause you know a n*gga all 'bout the commas (You know?)
Even though a n*gga all 'bout the drama (You know?)
I don't give a f*ck how many shots get sent this way, I ain't shootin' at your mama (Nah)
Wavy 'bout his cheddar, benjis, skrilla, and loot and he somethin' like Osama (You understand me?)