drumma

Bitch I'm, bout that, drama
Brodie, got that, drumma
For that, hoe i've, fallen
Send him, up to, allah
I gotta watch my back
Can't fuck with him 'cause he whack
If he think that imma miss
He must be smokin' on crack
That boy trippin' bout a bitch
Fuck these hoes 'cause they all whack
Bitch imma count up alot
I fell in love with my bag
Bitch i'm geeked i'm on fire I cant sleep, yeah
Why you trippin' bout attention, bae I see ya
Gobble up the shrooms 'lil bitch I see god
I count up a lot the bag is what I seek yeah
He tryna talk to my bitch
I don't even gotta worry 'bout it 'cause we way too locked in
Choppa crack him like a Ritz
Up that blick i'm finna blitz ya
Ion even gotta worry 'bout it 'cause my youngin no he never miss
Bitch I'm, bout that, drama
Brodie, got that, drumma
For that, hoe i've, fallen
Send him, up to, allah
Yeah I could send him up to that boy upstairs
No I don't love her i'm in love with drugs yeah
I run to the bag 'cause bitch i'm obsessed
Like girl i'm sorry I done left you upset
I put racks on my hoe
Walk outside that trap I got them racks for the low
Yeah, I go fast like i'm bolt
With that choppa i'm a green light
Bitch i'm on go