Lyrics Andale - DJ Drama , Offset , Moneybagg Yo

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I'm really like that
Hahaha, DJ Drama (grab, grab, grab, grab)

Grab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play
Like andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play
New Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt)
Bitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong
Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song
Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song

Young nigga caught him a case and he beat it
My opp, he ain't breathin', I go feed the needed
Don't do a post for a ghost, he ain't breathin'
Neck is the water, my wrist is the Fiji
Prada ain't lease, penthouse at the Seasons
My plug a secret, the bricks Indonesia
Cool with the teacher, now guess I'm a leader
Niggas my kid, if he play, I'ma beat him

My pockets stuffed with the green, I'm a vegan
Go try your luck and you gon' meet a demon
Nigga ain't tough, he gon' duck when I see him
Fuckin' that slut, I don't cough and I mean it
Two dollar cups, switch it up when they leavin'
Ratchet like fiendin', put switches on ninas
Don't go and subpoena, got mopa, we the cleaners
She like my demeanor, she know I don't need her

I'm in the back like the president
Beautiful Cadillac, I get 'em whacked with no evidence
No, we ain't setllin', I know I'm better then
Watch what you tellin' me, I up the felony
Niggas hatin' and I see the jealousy
Out the vacant, we trappin' like Medellín
Bitch, I'm poppin' you pop it, I make a scene
Catch a body, that young nigga made the team

Dope of the pills, my man's, he got it
A minute ain't rented, I spend it, I buy it
I keep a nigga with the stick outside
He don't want smoke, put your pride to the side
Nigga, he'll die, he'll die, he'll die
Energy fire while I go in the sky
Ain't running amigo, somebody lied (grab, grab, grab, grab)

Grab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play
Like andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play
New Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt)
Bitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong
Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song
Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song

I'm the skydweller, but still got no time, time
I just brought up a hit, I could hit her (gone)
My whole team shinin', fuck talkin' 'bout it
I done showed you lil' niggas I'm realer (yeah)
I've been in this mode, that's why my pockets overload
And everythin' I got exposed
My drugs look cold, my jeweler iced me like whoa (whoa)
Man, look at my shit, like them golds (yeah)

Louis V on the side of my boots
I'm drippin' in sauce, or I'm stickin' like glue (sauce)
Never lackin', pistol packin'
If I clutch it, I'ma up it like BlocBoy and shoot (bah), yeah
B.W.A. on my chain, I'm full of codeine, dang, I done relapsed the game (woo)
Bread gang on my veins, I'm in my own lane, fuck it, had to reset the game
I waited back in on the scale, show prices like bail, fuck it, I trap off the stage (trap)
I get the same number my age, money comin' too many ways, my mind in amaze (whoa)
I ain't got no time to just waste, try color the face, I'm on a whole 'nother faze
Got niggas that's stuck in they ways, they still in the trap, scrapin' the (grab, grab)

Grab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play
Like andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play
New Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt)
Bitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong
Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song
Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song (Gangsta Grillz)