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Andale

DJ Drama

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Quality Street Music

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)