Drama ft. Cookie Monroe & Dutch Rugar Lyrics

T.L. on the beat T.L. on the beat

Keep your foot

Up on they neck

If they want (Drama)

Till they give us our respect

We bring it (Drama)

Fuck these niggas

Fuck these hoes

Fuck the fucking radio

Fuck the police leave me alone

Never been the type to talk

Never been the type to listen

To some bullshit

Never had a pot to piss in

Fuck them friends

They quick to pull shit

So I killed em all

If we fallin' off

You my friend

I told you secrets

Gotta make sure

You keep them dog

So forgive me

Your throat's bout to get sliced

Place this blade on your jugular

Slide this bitch from left to right

Yikes sorry hardly

Was he fucking crazy

Fuck he thought

Was gonna happen

If he played me

Bitch I'm bout to bring that

(Drama)

Keep your foot

Up on they neck if they want

Till they give us our respect

We bring it (Drama)

Fuck these niggas

Fuck these hoes

Fuck the fucking radio

Fuck the police leave me alone

Putting our foot

On their necks

To get our respect

Putting our foot

On their necks

To get our respect

Putting our foot

On their necks

To get our respect

Putting our foot

On their necks

To get our respect

Keep your foot

Up on they neck if they want

(Drama)

Till they give us our respect

We bring it (drama)

Fuck these niggas

Fuck these hoes

Fuck the fucking radio

Fuck the police leave me alone

Ya'll been talking that nonsense

Gotta keep my moves sharpened

Stay away from these niggas

Heard a-lot of 'em be narking

Lay a finger

On one of mine

And we marching

My aim sight like a archer

Just catch a fade no barber

Can't stand yall

Yall some grown bums

We don't retreat

Not from no one

All they wanna do

Is criticize me

No son wanna crucify me

Be my guest

Pussy come and try me

You gon' learn

The real truth about me

My momma told me

Keep my peace around me

The drama bring

The inner beast up out me

Gang (drama)

Keep your foot

Up on they neck if they want

(Drama)

Till they give us our respect

We bring it (drama)

Fuck these niggas

Fuck these hoes

Fuck the fucking radio

Fuck the police leave me alone

I'd opened up with a pardon me

But it's too late

To beg my pardon see

What's good for you

Ain't good for me

So I think it's best

To just let it be

Queen bee so

I'll treat you like my princess

You're mad cause

Your life is in distress

So sad that

They make a coroner

Have a coronary

Picked him up

Sent him to the mortuary

Cookie kamikaze

Cause I'm bombing with bars

You got in unstable nigga

Ain't no coming for ours

A staple legend head tiller

All deserve as a mob

Place a line right there

You can cross if you want

Then that's your asses

Make them masses

Cry like students

In cooking classes

Dicing onions

Hysterically laughing

You don't want no action