"Drumma Boy" {*echoes*}
(DJ DRAMA!)
[Lil Wayne]
n***a I be hard on a hoe cause a b**h ain't sh**
And every hoe I done f**ed done s**ed my dick
I had to pour out some drank for n***as I miss
I hope my weed ain't too loud to hear the snakes hiss
It's "Dedication 5", medication high
I got to clean up after these n***as cause they be wastin' time
And boy my hoes don't get in line because they stay in line
I'm shinin' on these hoes so hard, they gettin' tan lines
It's Tunechi, I go hard, I put in work
Twin Glocks, the gift and the curse
Dirty money, no footprints in dirt
We geeked up, +The Revenge of the Nerds+
I swear, play with these n***as, that's that sh** I don't do
As long as money talks, I got someone to talk to
Watch my dogs treat the beef like dog food
I got the power but a short fuse, let's go
I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
You know snitches get stitches n***a, needle and thread
You better walk it like you talk it or we cut off your legs
Pretty please don't k** my vibe, I ain't too proud to beg
Alright, f**in' right, shoot you up at the light
Straight take all yo possessions, call that sh** poltergeist
And my homie he a sniper, we call him Wesley Snipes
I call my b**h Plain Jane cause she catch nut like a flight
I'm on a mission to get movie money, stick to the script
Your b**h leakin' information, I just follow the drip
Soon as I get that coupe, I'ma go get the rims
Toss the keys to my homie, tell that n***a it's his
I feel like He-Man when I'm in your hoe
You tell that b**h give me my space like a telescope
In her throat like Ricola, my system solar
I'm too young to die sober, your man a cobra, watch that n***a, let's go
Boy, my b**hes got b**hes badder than your b**hes
But I can't trust none of them b**hes though, like magicians
Straight blowin' money fast, I'ma get a ticket
Soon as I get off paper I'ma smack a n***a!
No broken mirrors, I can't see myself broke
Right back pocket flag redder than a velvet rope
Never say never, she might do her friend, you never know
Shorty make that dick stand up like it's tellin' jokes
Uhh, I swear to God, I put in work
I'm on them shrooms, my goons on alert
I spit these bars, this a universe
You better duck, like Dooney and Bourke
I'm tellin' you, shoutout Turk, it's Hot Boys, b**h +Tha Block Is Hot+
If I ain't have the keys to success, I would have picked the lock
Diarrhea sh** don't stop until my f**in' casket drop
Still got that crack, maybe one day I'ma pa** the rock
Tunechi, "Dedication 5", whattup five?