Drought Lyrics

First off I ain't crazy 'bout this beat

Just an instrumental

Don't tell the next bitch what you 'bout to do

Just a fundamental

These bitches act like they don't make mistakes

They be so judgmental

But fucking on a nigga who can't help

Is you fucking mental

Uh

Bitch I think you really are

Asking how the fuck I put the key in

It's a push to start

Like you ain't never had no lavish shit?

(Broke bitch)

Like you ain't never had to hit a lick

(Oh my god)

You ain't have it and you still ain't hit a lick?

(Like what the fuck?)

I could be dead rich I'm gon' still hit me a lick

(Like give me that shit)

Bitch I'm so clever, uh

Im a big stepper

All that gas that we be smoking, shit be so pressure

Now please don't gas these bitches up 'cus Im the leader

And you can't roll my blunt lil bitch you ain't Anita

(Bitch you ain't my dog)

And she was talking like she cold but caught the heater

She don't want no one on one she wanna team up

Uh, its a fucking drought

Why you speaking on my niggas Watch your fucking mouth

Uh, uh

Fuck they talking bout

Where the real niggas at

It's a fucking drought

Uh, uh

Its a fucking drought

Why you speaking on my niggas

Watch your fucking mouth

Uh, uh

Fuck they talking 'bout

Where the real niggas at

It's a fucking drought