(Intro)

Yeah, Uh. Yeah, Uh

(Verse 1: Drama Boy)

Sitting in the tC homie in the right seat/
Got 3 bitches in the back ready for the fucking D/
Cruising ’round the city puffing on that fucking OG/
Tell them ho’s that know me, be ready to blow me/
I love getting brain, even if they old B/
And if they trynna fuck, you know I got them Trogys/
No feelings here though, I’m just coming in and out/
Then right back to the life that I talk about/
I want it all cars, clothes, ho’s, a big ass house/
I’m trynna do it big while you ain’t doing nothing/
Damn that shit is funny/
I want all the fucking money, man/
Fucking all these hunnys/
I’m just in it for the nut and once I’m done, shit I could give a fuck/
Steady drinking up with a couple of these sluts/
Tell ’em roll a dutch and let’s get higher than BG’s dunks/
Word to Blake Griffin/
This flow I’m ’bout to switch it/
Don’t need a fucking hook/
I ain’t like y’all bitches/
Do my own thing/
Fuck you if you hating/
Talking to quiet I don’t hear the shit you saying/
Man I’m getting good/
Wake up in the morning, yeah I got some morning wood/
Tell ya girl to knock if off, shit I bet she would/
Rhymes so nasty/
Flow so potent/
‘Bout to do it big motha fucker I’mma own it/
Yeah motha fucker I’mma own it/
I said ’bout to do it big motha fucker I’mma own it