paroles de chanson Drama (feat. Cookie Monroe & Dutch Rugar) - Og Grip

T.L. on the beat T.L. on the beat
Keep your foot
Up on they neck
If they want (Drama)
Till they give us our respect
We bring it (Drama)
Fuck these niggas
Fuck these hoes
Fuck the fucking radio
Fuck the police leave me alone

Never been the type to talk
Never been the type to listen
To some bullshit
Never had a pot to piss in
Fuck them friends
They quick to pull shit
So I killed em all
If we fallin' off
You my friend
I told you secrets
Gotta make sure
You keep them dog
So forgive me
Your throat's bout to get sliced
Place this blade on your jugular
Slide this bitch from left to right
Yikes sorry hardly
Was he fucking crazy
Fuck he thought
Was gonna happen
If he played me
Bitch I'm bout to bring that
(Drama)

Keep your foot
Up on they neck if they want
Till they give us our respect
We bring it (Drama)
Fuck these niggas
Fuck these hoes
Fuck the fucking radio
Fuck the police leave me alone
Putting our foot
On their necks
To get our respect
Putting our foot
On their necks
To get our respect
Putting our foot
On their necks
To get our respect
Putting our foot
On their necks
To get our respect
Keep your foot
Up on they neck if they want
(Drama)
Till they give us our respect
We bring it (drama)
Fuck these niggas
Fuck these hoes
Fuck the fucking radio
Fuck the police leave me alone

Ya'll been talking that nonsense
Gotta keep my moves sharpened
Stay away from these niggas
Heard a-lot of 'em be narking
Lay a finger
On one of mine
And we marching
My aim sight like a archer
Just catch a fade no barber
Can't stand yall
Yall some grown bums
We don't retreat
Not from no one
All they wanna do
Is criticize me
No son wanna crucify me
Be my guest
Pussy come and try me
You gon' learn
The real truth about me
My momma told me
Keep my peace around me
The drama bring
The inner beast up out me
Gang (drama)

Keep your foot
Up on they neck if they want
(Drama)
Till they give us our respect
We bring it (drama)
Fuck these niggas
Fuck these hoes
Fuck the fucking radio
Fuck the police leave me alone

I'd opened up with a pardon me
But it's too late
To beg my pardon see
What's good for you
Ain't good for me
So I think it's best
To just let it be
Queen bee so
I'll treat you like my princess
You're mad cause
Your life is in distress
So sad that
They make a coroner
Have a coronary
Picked him up
Sent him to the mortuary
Cookie kamikaze
Cause I'm bombing with bars
You got in unstable nigga
Ain't no coming for ours
A staple legend head tiller
All deserve as a mob
Place a line right there
You can cross if you want
Then that's your asses
Make them masses
Cry like students
In cooking classes
Dicing onions
Hysterically laughing
You don't want no action