Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song DRAMA , by - 83HADES. Release date: 24.05.2019
Song language: English
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 |