drumma Lyrics

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