(Hook)
Who’s that creepin in my rearview? Niggas better duck round me
Cuz I got drama,
Chevy with the scrape doors open
Low ridin on these west side streets
I got drama, fix that letter homie, fix that attitude around me
Cuz I got drama
Put my whole team on, now niggas can’t sleep fuck beef
Cuz I got drama
(Verse)
Maniac, might gotta kill em
Loose screw with a filler, brainiac, pussy you a rat
We done advance, this a fuckin trap ramp
Park garage and the Cadillac fully automack
Tech sound of the rata tat tat, bet the beat bang like a beat from battle K
You Sylvester when it come to rap
I put mosaic on the doormat
Kings like I’m reppin sack town
Cut a nigga no slack, fuck that
Nigga I’m ready
And I’m my brother’s keeper, trust no B here but me sir
Jesus let me breathe in all this reefer
These niggas getting too close, I can see them
See no, hear no evil, I am Caesar
Lookin for a soul, I’m your leader
This is what you wanted, right? (right)
Don’t test me motherfucker, I hold your life
(Hook)
Who’s that creepin in my rearview? Niggas better duck round me
Cuz I got drama,
Chevy with the scrape doors open
Low ridin on these west side streets
I got drama, fix that letter homie, fix that attitude around me
Cuz I got drama
Put my whole team on, now niggas can’t sleep fuck beef
Cuz I got drama
(Verse)
Get yo life fore I get it, get yo wife fore I hit it
Backstabbers in the house, with a knife on the kitchen
Cutthroats wanna pop my collar
I’m tryna get close just to stop my holler
Dream killer, shoot yo ideas down
Death to the threats, only thing I hear now
Is the money talkin like the auction
Spaceship that I’m parkin makes me martian
Caution, I be spendin, might get noxious
Take yo bitch to breakfast, give her sausage
Shawty I got drama
No sleepin over here, don’t need pajamas
Take everything wit you, don’t need no problems
Got a crazy baby mama, don’t leave no comments
One time if you creepin
Watch them niggas who be deep in
(Hook)
Who’s that creepin in my rearview? Niggas better duck round me
Cuz I got drama,
Chevy with the scrape doors open
Low ridin on these west side streets
I got drama, fix that letter homie, fix that attitude around me
Cuz I got drama
Put my whole team on, now niggas can’t sleep fuck beef
Cuz I got drama
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