Drama

Lyrics

(Kokane) Ah yeah... (Spice 1) Murder is a part of the game and the jealous got me strapped Crunch nappy sack, sick homies who got my back Dead bodies, handcuffs, and house raids Two in the morning up on the dope track, sportin gangsta braids Me and my homies finna bail up in the hooptie With a fifth of Remy Martin, the car ain't startin Some haters rolled up fo' deep up in the Chevy Wavin techs up in the air like Machine-Gun Kelly I tell all my partners to bail up out the bucket One raised up out and the other couldn't duck quick enough Enough, been rough so I begin to bust, straight dome shots Droppin got them shakin like they pop lockin Ski skirt cloud smokin down the street With his player partner beatin up at these niggas up in the other seat I check myself see if I'm shot, but they didn't hit me Shoppers singin like Whitney they wanna fit me With a Full Metal Jacket, but they didn't get me Not one bullet touch my body, not even nicked me We rushed my homie to the nearest Carsa hospital But it's too late he frozen stiff like a pop sickle (damn!) (Chorus w/variations: Kokane) Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! I don't give a fuck about you As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! (Spice 1) We shook this spot for homicide, hit emergency Finna go perform my own open heart surgery Because my partner shouldn't have died like that We gotta show my homie love and get them busters back So we mob through the ghetto lookin for revenge But we can't find a soul, fools talkin bout it's gettin cold Behold a Chevy with gold d's Could these be the haters who made my hooptie look like Swiss cheese Fools whisper "turned the lights off and let's get closer" Don't let em see you pull your mask down, put out the doja With tales from the creepin on the hush feelin leave fo' suckers in the dust The midnight drama don't stop so if you get some dirt They'll dig you in the clear, cause player, you'll be outta here We ain't no suckers, we doin it like John Gotti We left them fools in the parkin lot with open bodies (Chorus w/variations: Kokane) Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! I don't give a fuck about you As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! (Spice 1) We bailed up out the scene without a clue People call the police but that's all they can do We hit the freeway in a bucket, feelin no remorse We regulatin in the ghetto with deadly force And ain't nobody tellin nothin about the decease Cause if you snitch your family count will get decrease Up in the game them things gonna be poppin ya, 187 in the style of the Mafia This ain't no business for busters, trick ass haters Tryna fade you, jealous cause you livin major Hit me on my pager, sharp as a razor And suckers who don't feel me, get the Red Laser And sicker than a hangover, fools try to slang boulders But get snatched out their Range Rovers (Chorus w/variations: Kokane) Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! I don't give a fuck about you As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop to test me Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! Now I don't give a fuck about you As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! Now I don't give a fuck about you As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! Situations gotta stick, drama, I don't give a fuck about you, yeah Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!