CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Bout Drama
(Ooh, Sav, you killed it)
Yeah-yeah, go, go
I know he got his gun inside this b*t*h, is he gon' shoot it?
Foenem totin' drums in this b*t*h, my shooters clueless
She kept on sayin' she in love, easily turnt her to a groupie
I can't be commentin' 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***a
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
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***a 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*t*h to a fan, she ate my d**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**k? This lil' b*t*h trippin'
Packed in the Hellcat with some thugs from over east, smokin' on [?]
I know these n***as 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 blickin'
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***as be [?]
I know he got his gun inside this b*t*h, is he gon' shoot it?
Foenem totin' drums in this b*t*h, my shooters clueless
She kept on sayin' she in love, easily turnt her to a groupie
I can't be commentin' 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***a
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
Yeah-yeah, go, go
I know he got his gun inside this b*t*h, is he gon' shoot it?
Foenem totin' drums in this b*t*h, my shooters clueless
She kept on sayin' she in love, easily turnt her to a groupie
I can't be commentin' 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***a
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
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***a 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*t*h to a fan, she ate my d**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**k? This lil' b*t*h trippin'
Packed in the Hellcat with some thugs from over east, smokin' on [?]
I know these n***as 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 blickin'
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***as be [?]
I know he got his gun inside this b*t*h, is he gon' shoot it?
Foenem totin' drums in this b*t*h, my shooters clueless
She kept on sayin' she in love, easily turnt her to a groupie
I can't be commentin' 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***a
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
