Текст песни Drones (feat. OG Maco & G Style) - Curren$y , G Style , OG Maco

(Jeia got it right)
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches
(Mondo on the beat, what's poppin'?)
But if you can keep a secret, we could always kick it, yeah (Trauma Tone)

Uh, I was the smallest one in the bunch, I ran with the older niggas
Applied the game to my life and I soaked up what they told me, nigga
They flyin' drones over the spot, tryna watch over niggas
We parked our cars under the ground, we unloaded them bitches
I was the smallest one in thе bunch, I ran with the older niggas
Applied thе game to my life and I soaked up what they told me, nigga
They flyin' drones over the spot, tryna watch over niggas
We parked our cars under the ground, we unloaded them bitches

Ayy, she be so nervous for me, on my line
Wonderin' why she ain't heard from me, huh
I'm in a love affair with this money, girl
I swear it's taking all my time from me
Feel like why would I chill when I could grind, honey?
Don't front, you think the fact that I'm stackin' makin' me more attractive
I did it for myself, I wasn't with that piggybackin'
Set up my own label for people who deserve that action, Jet Life

For more than ten years we've been active
Money under the mattress, got the formula in my tablet
I get in the booth and I let them beats have it
And then I get in the street and slide in them Chevrolet classics

Uh, I was the smallest one in the bunch, I ran with the older niggas
Applied the game to my life and I soaked up what they told me, nigga
They flyin' drones over the spot, tryna watch over niggas
We parked our cars under the ground, we unloaded them bitches
I was the smallest one in the bunch, I ran with the older niggas
Applied the game to my life and I soaked up what they told me, nigga
They flyin' drones over the spot, tryna watch over niggas
We parked our cars under the ground, we unloaded them bitches

Six years deep, not feet
All these deceased stack neat from lord fiends
Me and my team plot schemes, too old for dreams
Plans ain't hit, you see?
Lil' bitch, I'm real, not mean, you dig?
Wagyu potions ordered quickly like they came through portals
Countin' dividends and intentions to cop new portions
Bitch, I'm lit like torches
Same speed as a coaster
Nine-eleven ain't like the new Georgia Scorcher

I'm the one counted up but countin' up to a prison
Same niggas with two knives hidden right on my pelvis
Blow is silent, but deadly
I ain't reckless, I'm ready
I will get it how I live and I'm still livin' to get it

Uh, I was the smallest one in the bunch, I ran with the older niggas
Applied the game to my life and I soaked up what they told me, nigga
They flyin' drones over the spot, tryna watch over niggas
We parked our cars under the ground, we unloaded them bitches
I was the smallest one in the bunch, I ran with the older niggas
Applied the game to my life and I soaked up what they told me, nigga
They flyin' drones over the spot, tryna watch over niggas
We parked our cars under the ground, we unloaded them bitches, yeah

Apply the pressure
Life's real, don't let this stress ya
Patek on the dresser
Bad bitch, yeah, she put up a blessing
Sunday service, I'm back with a purpose
21 and three it make you feel so worthless
On my grind, each and every time
Smokin' ease my mind, dollar signs
Yeah, that's all I see
Jet Life, well I G's
Money in the back
G Style, boy, I'm top, alright
Prepare for the real once they crack open them gates

I was on the yard, bustdown with gorillas
Now my wrist bust down, all the real niggas feel me
And my bitch hella bad, your wrist got the paper tag
Back like I never left, I know these boys mad
Secure the bag