Drama Free - Someone Else & Artist CTRL Music

(Antt did the track) (What they talkin' 'bout out here?) I'm really like that They like, "Get in yo' bag," bitch, I been in mines If Mel order four, I probably send him five Kill 'em down, Cannon wit' me, crippin', tryna kill a five Oh, you don't bang shit, same shit still a-get you fried Drop something then skate off, I still remember six to nine Fuck dawg, he hatin' on me, I still be in this bitch wit' mine (DJ Drama) Antt did the track (what they talkin' 'bout out here?) You niggas can't fuck with us They like, "Get in yo' bag," bitch, I been in mines If Mel order four, I probably send him five Kill 'em down, Cannon wit' me, crippin', tryna kill a five Oh, you don't bang shit, same shit still a-get you fried Drop something then skate off, I still remember six to nine Fuck dawg, he hatin' on me, I still be in this bitch wit' mine (Mr. Thanksgiving) Did some time, like six years, how you feelin'? I ain't goin' back, don't get killed, that's on my nigga Everybody on finkles still gon' put 'em on the payroll I could fuck whoever bitch, my nigga, just don't hate on me I'm straight on you, niggas out here still doin" sucka shit I done fucked his main ho, his sister and his brother bitch Can't trust a bitch, niggas out here starvin', doggie send something I still be sellin', them people on me had to switch up Been six summers, I'm still turnt Fight who I kill first Dog on 'em, don't deal percs Street Chanel, them real percs Bae like "What we kickin'?" She pop it off by suckin' dick She pop it off by suckin' dick, act bad like she can get it I like freak hoes that eat hoes That slap five when we done I hate hoe niggas and broke niggas, won't catch me with no bums Got the white arms wit' a clear lens, can't catch me in my buffs I done said this shit a hundred times, can't beef about no sluts Know I pulled up fresh as fuck In that brand new Lambo truck, skrrt off on a dead body Did a hit right in the foreign, it's a big body Ain't know about it but now you know we did body Yo' bitch in my crib suckin' my dick and she get real sloppy Ain't wanna tell you that shit dog, 'cause you be in yo' feelings You ain't doin' no killin', you ain't never pay no killers Pussy that ain't Wockhardt, you sippin' on penicillin I'ma stack this money up until I feel the ceiling I ain't want yo' bitch, she looked at me like really, really I'm in yo' city with these buffs on like I ain't from Philly My life ain't silly, I woke up and then made a milli TLC mean too much lettuce cheese, my bitch look like chili (Yeah) no, I'm never stuck, never stuck Hold my pants up 'cause the .40 tucked I ain't never meet a bitch that didn't fuck something I ain't never meet a bitch that didn't suck something Know these niggas pussy, they ain't gon' buss nothing Nick Cannon walkin' with a big ol' drum Countin' all this money make me risk my thumbs Smokin' all these opps make me risk my lungs

Think of a monster, you name it, I've been it It's been a hell of a ride, but I'm in it Birth of a queen means the death of a cynic I'mma be good, but just give me a minute Nowhere to go and I'm back at the wheel No one but me gives fuck how I feel So I'm gonna drive till I find a good meal Maybe they will talk for real On the road To heaven knows where I'm feeling ok, yeah I'm feeling ok More, more, more, more, more, more, more More, more, more, more, more, more, more Tie your hair back Keep the car running Pack the Hanzo, don't stop for nothing Go ahead and get what you need Gotta keep it drama free Don't forget you ain't owned by nobody Shut the door when you count your money Gotta keep it drama free Gotta keep it drama free I'm on the road To heaven knows where I'm feeling ok, yeah I'm feeling ok I'm up for air with the wind in my hair Nothing is bringing me down Nothing is bringing me down More, more, more, more, more, more, more More, more, more, more, more, more, more Think of a monster, you name it, I've been it It's been a hell of a ride, but I'm in it Birth of a queen means the death of a cynic I'mma be good, but just give me a minute Nowhere to go and I'm back at the wheel No one but me gives fuck how I feel So I'm gonna drive till I find a good meal Maybe they will talk for real I'm on the road To heaven knows where I'm feeling ok, yeah I'm feeling ok I'm up for air with the wind in my hair Nothing is bringing me down Nothing is bringing me down, no More, more, more, more, more, more, more More, more, more, more, more, more, more Tie your head back Keep the car running Pack the Hanzo, don't stop for nothing Go ahead and get what you need Gotta keep it drama free Don't forget you ain't owned by nobody Shut the door when you count your money Gotta keep it drama free Gotta keep it drama free

I can't tell, how's this shit all my fault? It's a department I fill, but they should And I say commands just because I can Oh, I can just imagine the difference it has Straight out of your mind You see, I'm well aware you're out of your mind Straight I said your name, it slipped off my tongue Pointed at the camera, laughing at you, haha Once again, you see no one cares It's how you wear it, not what it is Straight out of your mind You see, I'm well aware you're out of your mind Straight out I can't tell, how's this shit not your fault? Bitch, you're barbaric, King Kong get some Switching command, just because I can I'd like to see you wear it, why can't I stare? Switching command, just because I can And if I let my guard down, who knows what then? Once again, just because I can Just because I can