Alc When Drama Hit ¡ Lyrics

Fantastic, Santana

If It's me & You , Baby then it's We

Ain't no fuckin seein you it's 7 days a week

Pockets low as hell I bought you flowers cause I ain't cheap

I get Mad & get ta spazzin' out on you cause I don't think

Send some shots Up innat Bitch , if you want him gone talm bout extinct

You da One who got me Crazy , Cause you brought it up out of me

I like fuckin' on one bitch, lil' bitch, cause I'm monogamy

I got paper comin' in, lil' bitch, I'm tryna get property

Different color paper, baby, have you think it's Monopoly

And I'm tryna go off up with my gang , baby, ain't no stoppin' me

Aye just watch my back, lil' bro, I ain't even worry about him copying' me

He a hoe and I take his hoe, fuck around, take her on the shopping spree

He reach in that bag, it's gon' be another robbery

Skrt off paper tags, give a fuck bout no cop, they ain't stoppin' me

Oh, she like my swag, give a fuck bout no pop , they be jockin' me

Oh, he died, that's shocking

Smokin' dope, my eyes pink, 556. Hit just like linemen

Real ones in jail, nigga, or they either dyin

I can't go to hell, nigga, can't you see I'm tryin'

Rockin' Tommy Hilfiger, tryna kill a lion

All these hoes be lyin', do what I say just like I'm Simon

If that hoe jump off the cliff, then you know I dive in

Bitch, I hit shots like I got a Zen

Rock out with a Uzi, I don't got a lot of friends

She like my Judy, she turnin' me up and shit

I can't beef with no lil' nigga, tell her lil bro , to suck a dick

I can't beef with no lil' nigga, I'm tryna get my mama rich

Alcohol and drama hit, I take alcohol when drama hit

Won't chase after y'all, this glock a hit

if it ain't about that cash , then I can't beef aboutta bitch

I can't beef aboutta chick

Granny, I know you proud of this

Project Baby, and I'm still in the fuckin' project

Project Baby, and I'm still in the fuckin' project

Project Baby, and I'm still in the fuckin' project

Project Baby, and I'm still in the fuckin' project

Project Baby, and I'm still in the fuckin' project

And I'm still in it

And I'm still in the project

Get me out the hood, I wish a nigga tried it

Bitch, I lost my wood, hold up lemme sidetracked

Tell me all the goods and where these niggas hide it

Bitch, I know it's good, my shotta shot a pirate

Chopper got banana clips, I hope you wanna diet

I just told my gang, I'm gonna get him if he try it

And you know this chopper got no rhythm, I can't hide it

I just tell my gang, I'm gonna get him if he try it

And you know this chopper got no rhythm, I can't hide it

And you know this chopper got no rhythm, I can't hide it

And you know this chopper got no rhythm, I can't hide it