Lyrics DRAMA - 83HADES, Kamiyada+

DRAMA

Get the fuck outta my fucking face
RVR3 in this bitch
I ain’t playing right now, man, you can really get smoked
Always talking that wrong, but you ain’t ever doing shit
Shut the fuck up, you ain’t finna buck shit
I don’t know, man, the dog’s out tonight, cuz
RVR3 in this bitch
Midnight in this bitch
Kami in this bitch
And I’m in here, too
Yeah, let’s get it
Po-pop out of the cut, I’m with the fye, he is not with that drama
I’m Al-packin' in this bitch, lil hoe I just pulled out a llama
I just made my choppa levitate, huh, Kamiyada
I don’t got no type, Type 54
I just bought a strap, you can put that on my FICO
Finish on that bitch in 15 minutes, call me Geico
Six rings, six-figure checks like I’m Michael
I’ma slide down to his place, all up with my pole
Bitch I got the gas just like a Nazi
You get ran by the squad, I’ma give her a bukkake
And there’s hits on my head, tryna kill me 'cause I’m cocky
Bitch I run into the fucking function and kill everyone
Big motherfuckin' heater, I’ma spray it like a sentry gun
Posted up with Kami, bitch we down to slaughter anyone
You might got a gun, but when it’s time I know you will not use it
That don’t make you hard just 'cause you listening to all this music
I’m so tired of this talking shit, pull up, we get to shooting
Shut the fuck up and do it already, let’s get it
I be fucking on that bitch, leave that body in a ditch
Red dot for a snitch
Shawty bouncing on the dick
Bitch, I’m coming, I’m equipped, got a fragment in his ribs
If he wanna talk that shit, he can caught up at his shows
I’ma bring me in a pole
The fuck are you talking 'bout?
If you stick around bitch then ima promise you gon' know
I ain’t ever gonna fold
Real thug shit, bitch I am always on go
5'10 nigga, but that AR really 6'2
Magazines run past a nigga if it’s issues
Double mag, 5.56 7.62
Rip a nigga up and blend his organs up like mixed fruit
Diamonds on me segregated stones that apartheid
Crucify a nigga if he looking at me cross-eyed
Still fuck 12, but we love guns like the alt-right
when they dump that shit all night
That boy shivering, sniffing, like what you made of?
That boy pussy like the shit that he came from
Bullet storm hit his skull, turn his brain numb
Drama club niggas be acting like they insane, huh?
Been around this long life, we racing to make the finish
Bullets got him talking like David after the dentist
, Midnight Society, I’m a menace
Like I’m John Wick, I see the target, then I’ma hit it
My shooters floor it, they be from Hades
My bitch a demon, I pass her to Hades
Double entendre clip, that be 380
Red ring of death, on my clock you can’t play me
All of my niggas bust out on that demon shit
Piss on your grave 'cause your life is so meaningless
Bring out the tool like Alonzo
Running plays;
Broncos
I eat that bitch like cilantro
Fuck your lil bitch, I’m the head honcho
I’m the one doing wetting, don’t need ponchos
MK11, she giving me head combos
It got fucked up and I shot up the Texaco
All of my plugs coming straight out of Mexico
I’ll fuck your bitch, I guess that makes us Eskimos
Don’t try and run off, this choppa has testicles
, you get run-up at festivals
Smoking on gas, bitch it’s motherfucking medical
All of your music is trash, receptacle
I’m getting tired, I hit it in intervals
Swear all these pussies, they talking subliminals
I’m off the molly, I’ll pop me some minerals
I see a tango, I aim and eliminate
Finger my bitch out in public on dinner dates
My niggas hungry, eat steak off your dinner plate
You in a jam, you the first they incriminate
We want his, so we made that boy dissipate
niggas be shooting 'til they get erased
Bullets tell stories and I like to illustrate
Wake up too moody, whose life is we finna take
I’ve got a plan to get bands, let’s facilitate
I cannot rest 'til I know that my niggas straight
He got a ski mask, so I scope around
I get her wet from afar, her legs open now
Pull off her bra with my dick, she say «Choke me now»
Hoes in the crib, so they think that we holding out
Rent a foreign whip, drive like it’s stolen now
Call me a pervert 'cause my pistol poking out
I like all of my bitches Vanilla, no Ice
three blind mice
Stood on his with a dog, that shit bite
And my gun is level 23, so I get a new sight
My bitch will shoot you with elegance
Talkin 'bout Glocks, I need ten of them
Bullets gon' fly like a Pelican
They no like me and me no like them
Them a mi enemy, me and them nuh friends
They no like me and me no like them
83 pull up, it’s the beginning of the end