Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Hello New mixtape, bitch, called Da Drought 3 Hahaha Yeah Thi-thi-this-this was— this was was supposed to be the intro but, um Hahaha, ah I guess I'ma gon' Um Do what y'all came here for Yah Yee-ah [Verse] Rasta, dem king of the jungle Dreadlocks swing down mi back like Rapunzel My bredren sling dem pack in a bundle We-a take ya ting, sell it back to your uncle And we-a make it rain 'til our dances to come true We-a make it rain 'til ya better bring a swim suit Alone when I came, but I'm leaving with dem two Gyals give me brain, give me brain like temple And him got game, game sharp like a pencil And if you want fromage, we can crash like a cymbal Look upon me window, ah mi new sports coupe Twelve horses in the hood, sitting on horseshoes Come from the land dat Jesus walk through Sacrifice me life, man, I bleed for mi own crew Dem no wanna rum-rum with me, dem no want to Murder dem and di family dem belong to Gangsta, dem know I run the street like the car do You gon' haffi leave me or dearly depart you Hip-hop is mine now, mine, what ya gyan do? I can jump on any nigga song and make a part two Playtime for me 'cause see, to me, they are cartoons How come every joint be on point like a harpoon? How come every bar stand strong like a barstool? How come every line is so raw, you gon' snort two? Murder dem, man, I murder dem Fuck a competition, man, I murder dem Man, I murder dem, man, I murder dem Fuck a competition, man, I murder dem, ha [Outro] Yeah And that is why I'm hot Hahaha It's Da Drought 3, welcome, have fun