TOTAL DRAMA Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, huh, I don't swear to God,

Nigga, I rock Christians and I put that on allah

You don't stand on business and I put that on your mama

We was doin' a hundred on the E-Way, we was runnin' from the coppas

We gon' kick that niggaa out the function, total drama

Hit up RBO, we presidential like Obama

This is not Essentials, bitch, we call it Fear of God

And my belt match the fit Ferragama

or Ferragamo, shit, I don't know

I got partna's rockin' Rick, so you can't kick it with the bros

Katie, be the life for parties, but she playin' with her nose

Bitch, callin' me a kid, cause I love playin' with the dough

Why he playin' on my phone like I won't kick up in his door

Why he tryin' that with bro like he ain't hit him in his nose

Why he tryin' that with me, cause I ain't never been a hoe

That nigga wack, uh, all black in the night

Bitch, like I'm a bat, uh, cut that bitch for her blood

But I'm not a vamp, uh, you had let your brudda go

We not into that, man I think I fuckin' love this hoe

Cause she kinda fat, huh, and I broke her back

If I get this call up on my phone, I'm finna smack

If I get this call up on my phone, I'm finna crack

If I give this bitch, my heart, would she give it back?

man that nigga thought he played it smart, but my pockets fat

You get smacked yeah, yeah,

I don't swear to God,

Nigga, I rock Christians and I put that on allah

You don't stand on business and I put that on your mama

We was doin' a hundred on the E-Way, we was runnin' from the coppas

We gon' kick that niggaa out the function, total drama

Hit up RBO, we presidential like Obama

This is not Essentials, bitch, we call it Fear of God