Last Night (feat. Ol' Smith) - OfficialDrama

This recordin is Dirty and it's Stinkin Funkier than Peppi Le Pew so I was thinkin, about Droppin this single on the charts, lettin ya know Hey, the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being Dope, but in my last jam, niggaz slept on my notes You thought that I was weak? Huh? Let me speak My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet So listen mister, don't you ever forget The rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it With Comet, for even Wolrex, some tried Ajax Only mix with the best, forty-eight tracks Yo, I get down with the Ason sounds Lyrics that be flowin from miles around So let the music shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut Now I make ya fall to ya butt Ho-ho-hold up, Master Fool Takin' it on down, jugga-jugga-ju Fall on ya butt, ya ass gon' hurt They call us WINGWORM 'cause we mastered this dirt I act like a drunk but I'm out for the dough I mastered the funk, Dirt mastered the ho's Only Master play the Fool, I worked hard and paid my dues Tony Snatcher played the fool And man meater eater played the bone I come in the club with no ID They gon' have to close the club up messin wit me Up. Dirty and Stinkin stuff It's that Dirty dick NUH with the Stinkin nuts Last Call now drink it up Me and Dirt want a pound for some Stinkin stuff Last Call for alcohol, everybody out the bar Get ya back up off the wall People. ohh. ohh. people. ohh. ohh Yo, let me continue, verse number two Style is wild, dirty and stinkin like doo-doo If ya hangin around, ya changed ya mind It is a bad influence, but yo it's my rhyme I sit down and I say to myself, "Self Yo, are you rated top the shelf?" I drop the single for you to get a dose of As I lay back like a pillow on a sofa Gettin paid? Yeah right, Willy Why askin me, G? What? What? What? What? You know me My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee Taste like a forty, Stinkin like Old-E Fool in this bitch, where the fuck is the drinks? No open bar!?! Where the fuck is the drinks? That bitch over there with her man tuckin his link All strip club bitches straight clutchin his mink Niggaz official, big guns, wavin the pistol My dogs lookin for the brew now we bitin the gristle (Stop fuckin with them guns son you playin too much) Catch a charge drinkin bro', I ain't playin too rough Fucks! Lay in the cuts and hug the butts Grab a big five whether you a scrub or not Robbery, robbery, pop, pop, poppin like a glock Robbery, robbery, drop, drop, drop it like it's hot Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo Heard Master singin that shit? Stinkin blue Palmaid. Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo.

Had to keep the burner by my side Might run into demons in the night Taking everything if the price right You gon invest in the streets then move right, You know you up next so go cop all this ice I just use her for sex she wanna fuck up my life I cannot trust nobody these bitches be trifling Better throw on your vest, Cause we carry the tech like we got a gun license, yea I had to go yea get it now Blowing up my phone my pockets gon fill em up Hood baby can't leave the trap till I'm rich enough I'm good baby nias over there can't even sit with us A few cases open Na the lawyer can't give up New faces say they know me Na I cannot let up You chasing I'm ignoring, you ain't even get the picture Count up these blue faces fuck around and get a blister Uhhhh uhhhhhh uhhhhh Count it up Uhhhhh, I, I can't get enough Uhhhhh uhhhh uhhhh What you gon do for the loot you gotta make a move She dance on my dick cause I'm groovy We step in the spot make movie When we shop we take the whole shelf, look like we looting She a thot but I call her for head she exclusive & I'm doing the shit that you not so she do me I can't fuck with no cop or no snitch that's nuisance You cannot sit and chase all this cake ns make no cents They ask me "yo O how you living?" I'm going with the motion I fuck with a bird bitch but she a trap star she bring more bread The hood full of trap houses, it look like a school we got more led Where I'm from they expect you to end up like fools Give me more credit, Where I'm from n as trap in the stoop, Make more money than lawyers off dope heads, Where I'm from you hit a lick you feel alive but still morn deaths Had to keep the burner by my side Might run into demons in the night Taking everything if the price right You gon invest in the streets then move right, You know you up next so go cop all this ice I just use her for sex she wanna fuck up my life I cannot trust nobody these bitches be trifling Better throw on your vest, Cause we carry the tech like we got a gun license, yea I had to go yea get it now Blowing up my phone my pockets gon fill em up Hood baby can't leave the trap till I'm rich enough I'm good baby nas over there can't even sit with us A few cases open Na the lawyer can't give up New faces say they know me Na I cannot let up You chasing I'm ignoring, you ain't even get the picture Count up these blue faces fuck around and get a blister Uhhhh uhhhhhh uhhhhh Count it up Uhhhhh I can't get enough Uhhhhh uhhhh uhhhh

I remember a couple months back nigga I was loosing Now I'm back up feel like a champion I ain't change one bit Niggas gon treat me brand new, It's crazy but it's cool I ain't mad at them Don't worry bout my team we good & If I had to nigga I'll carry em She gon shake it for the camera when she see that flash But you acting a fool why you mad at her It's cool if you ain't hit there's mad of them I pull up the fit is expensive just add it up You a fool put a hit on your head I'm the batter up & The gun it be part of his clothes cause he rock it, he blasting em My whole team winning put a banner up Fill my pockets all four of them and stack it up Now the money don't fold we ain't stopping I can't fuck with no hoe tell that bitch if we fuck to back it up You ain't stuck you just buggin go bag up I tell Smoove just to get on his shit It's crazy we already rich It's not yet but we already know We could tell cause we been getting bitches Fuck your pockets you ain't got no sauce When you talk ain't nobody gon listen If you touch me just got make one call uhm Now there's a bitch nigga missing I'm done when you start with the bitch I'm gone put the key in ignition Nobody gon stop me till I'm done with the mission They gon watch a young nigga go in I'm DR I scooped a bad bitch she from Berlin I had a show in Berlin These niggas fake they pretend I never seen em with ten Bad bitch she wanna fuck again She said that she is my Barbie I'm Ken Told her baby I ball up I can't sit on benches & She said she thirsty this dick gon quench & This shit carry thirty I don't recommend it & I'm up early bird & the pack I'm gon send it Nigga think that I'm dirty I came from the trenches But I fuck on your bitch with these dreads I got Benjamin's I remember a couple months back nigga I was loosing Now I'm back up feel like a champion I change one bit Niggas gon treat me brand new, It's crazy but it's cool I ain't mad at them Don't worry bout my team we good & If I had to nigga I'll carry em She gon shake it for the camera when she see that flash But you acting a fool why you mad at her It's cool if you ain't hit there's mad of them I pull up the fit is expensive just add it up You a fool put a hit on your head I'm the batter up & The gun it be part of his clothes cause he rock it, he blasting em My whole team winning put a banner up Fill my pockets all four of them and stack it up Now the money don't fold we ain't stopping I can't fuck with no hoe tell that bitch if we fuck to back it up You ain't stuck you just buggin go bag up

Judging me like if they been there but don't know shit Want the old Dram i said SoundCloud got my old shit Now i got too much responsibilities My family's priority Fucked up in the past hope they pardon me Was partying more than sororities I treat my brothers like the bosses that they are Sacrificing i done took some losses now i never take a day off Ain't nobody gonna take you serious if them niggas around you ain't up Used to dream about a 7 series now i want a mansion paid off My mothers in pain and it's showing My grandmother doubted the music cause it didn't pay it's okay ima show you I made 20K when i saw you I had to give 10 to my lawyer On do not disturb ima call you Cause nowadays i don't really wanna chat If it ain't bout bread it's annoying The goal was to get it with gang but some niggas fucked up and bit on my hand I take loyalty to the heart But i took it to the chin I seen niggas creep through the dark Only around when i win I can't be fake if i wanted to I just play it how i live I got too much to lose Niggas thinking cause i rap Drama won't do it to them Gained patience had a loose screw I can't adapt to the new school Cause niggas be fake as fuck Seen it all i can't make this up Get your team involved you gon make enough Niggas scared to see official taking off When i got locked up was the moment of truth That's when mami found out the shit that i do You done raised 6 on your own with no help I was trynna run it all up for you And you can ask anybody in my camp All i think about is you Give a fuck what i got Who's around Never cared what they do I'm focused as fuck i swear This time around I'm making it count don't care who's here Burnsev to the death of me tatted that shit by my ear I ain't really trynna hear it I should take it all and disappear I feel like the last of the real We could've been signed to a major But we ain't really know what we was doing Was new to the music They wasn't trynna pay us And that shit with flex fucked our name up But you cannot blame us I don't do this for no cameras Trynna provide for everyone on my side Since a youngin had to man up You thought you had one up on me You niggas don't know how to move You gon get your refund They gon do it for free Got too much to lose I can't be out loose getting my hands dirty in beef Never said i was the gangsta type but i got credit if i need it Don't play about my brothers my bleedys

Yeah, what's the word Yeah (Luka Did This) Yeah Dig what I'm saying Straight from the strip Yeah Can't wait till i get back Gotta run it up You can't get your bitch back Pass her when I'm done I said Draco got a kick back Crispy trouble Clean white Air Force ones Leave that hoe in the club 10 deep in the sprinter Got gas we fill it up Got a 9 in the third row But the Draco in the front I can't trust these niggas Not safe they not with us AR took off in the Vette There's no space up in his trunk Yeah Lost 3 bands on the nets I'm not in the mood Summertime was in the jects had nothing to do I do not play about Lex No one in my crew (Don't play) When you talking come correct Ain't one of them dudes Up in the mountains Bitch trynna text it ain't no service Lost track counting Getting upset my fingers hurting No announcements Get shit done I know they lurking So exhausting They all on my dick I know i ain't perfect Got Prada on me I Prada my body You can say i been proud of myself Designer on me I drip like a fountain Yeah all my bitches top shelf T geeked off the meds Off the lean he still himself All these niggas chasing clout I'm just trynna share the wealth Draco kick back I know Lot of bands so we go up I can't trust no strippers I know We gon tip em just to fuck I been riding with big steppers cause them niggas show me love Ain't no liquor in my hand But somehow we still turnt up The sprinter a Benz We needed the space Left with no plans and i just spent 8 I told my mans I'm losing on bands They money getting old Lost the code to the safe If you know then you know you relate Don't need these hoes on my face Just play your role Know your place Cum Des Carcons on her face We got codes in every room No you can't get up in this house And we thought we lost the Benz key But that shit was on the couch I know Burdview got my angle right Nike ski mask with some ones tonight Lost a bag but I'm gon get it back Know some niggas wanna live this life Yo you know what's funny We just went crazy and we not even gonna put this out On god Hahahaha Why? I don't even know What you mean my nigga? Hey Can't wait till i get back Gotta run it up You can't get your bitch back Pass her when I'm done I said Draco got a kick back Crispy trouble Clean white Air Force ones Leave that hoe in the club 10 deep in the sprinter Got gas we fill it up Got a 9 in the third row But the Draco in the front I can't trust these niggas Not safe they not with us AR took off in the Vette There's no space up in his trunk

Yeah I don't even gotta say too much You know what we on That nigga Phwesh made me do it Yeah How long we gon fuck till your man find out? I don't wanna hear you broke up thinking that you mine now It's crazy you ain't shit and I still fuck with you And I don't know why Got you on my mind Taking flights just to see me on your spare time Spend the night we still fucking by the day time Hips don't lie you love when I grab your waistline And I don't know why But I got you on my mind She fuck nigga free But shorty still fucking with me Karina just told me she single I'm asking like what do that mean? She told me she wanna pull up What you doing today? I'm bout to come visit you I told her it's up there with me I'm leaving the club by like 3 And I'm with whatever you on As long as you don't take it there I made it clear And we don't give a fuck that we wrong I know you hate it there He don't make you feel like I do Fuck texting just slide through I don't give a fuck how your day went If you wanna fuck me just say that But for real How long we gon fuck till your man find out? I don't wanna hear you broke up thinking that you mine now It's crazy you ain't shit and I still fuck with you And I don't know why Got you on my mind Taking flights just to see me on your spare time Spend the night we still fucking by the day time Hips don't lie you love when I grab your waistline And I don't know why But I got you on my mind I want two at a time That's the shit you be on And you put me on You stay on my mind Don Julio It make you get nasty and nastier I remember you said you was shy huh That shit ain't last enough And we made more movies than Spike She do the right thing that I like I love how she back it up She love that I spend ain't no stacking up After we fuck shorty wanna fuck Then she gonna suck like a vacuum up We tear up a bedroom a bathroom up Yeah That's the shit she like wanna fuck on sight She wanna fuck all night But for real How long we gon fuck till your man find out? I don't wanna hear you broke up thinking that you mine now It's crazy you ain't shit and I still fuck with you And I don't know why Got you on my mind Taking flights just to see me on your spare time Spend the night we still fucking by the day time Hips don't lie you love when I grab your waistline And I don't know why But I got you on my mind