Drama

[Verse 1: Chad Da Don]
I be iced out swag drippin', lookin' like a hundred mill
Sitting back, mad ill
Let me tell you how that feel
High life, high price
Everything I cop is real
Now I feel like Pied Piper, everything I drop they feel
I don't really feel their vibes, think they need some real advice
They was chillin' with some hoes, while I was grindin' every night
My homie he was up the road
Hit the street on Sunday night
It was cool but now they set him up, they got him doing five
Told him when he come back, I'll make sure everything alright
'Cause I'm about to run rap, overlap your ass and do it twice
In the hood I know some stupid dykes, who say this white boy truly nice
And through all the nights, used to practice writing rhymes until I'm stupid nice
Thank God that we getting cake
Back in the day, could use a slice
I can never date no hoe cause she gon' bring out her stupid side
Tell you what you need to know
Not what you wanna hear, ain't nice
How the fuck you supposed to grow?
Gotta prove them wrong or treat them right
Your girlfriend sleepin' at my crib, said it feel like paradise
Fuck cappin', don't wanna know
Tell you in the afterlife
Pop your medulla, bafana wa njuta ai suka
Got no time for no screw-ups
Had to draw the line like a ruler
Go to work on a Monday, then on Thursday we phuza
Got her twerkin' on Sunday, lifestyle is so super, yeah

[Chorus: Chad Da Don]
If they want the drama then we're comin'
Try to disrespect me dog, I'm 'bout to show you somethin'
Always kept it real from the jump, never had nothin'
That's why you know I kill for the homies that I run with (Run with)

[Verse 2: Pdot O]
(Yeah, yhii!)
Chad waddup?
How many verses 'til they give a fuck?
How many bottles of champagne for us to live it up?
How many bitches we gon' need for us to giddy up?
Ass shakin' in the club, you niggas know the jig is up
Lashes on my back be thick, so they believe in us
We keep it locked
Keepin' it coming like I'ma bust a nut
My cadence, pronunciation, kind of amazin'
The fragrance hit your nostril quick, I smell like stray gin
Demon in the mic booth
My attitude is Ice Cube
My beverage is gin
Paper cup, sprinkle the ice cube
Vision is a coupe, black Benz passenger Heidi Klum
Yeah nigga that mean she fine as whooo
Go go getter, yes sir, colder than cold weather
Coke lines doper than smoke under the spoon, hella
Keep it a buck fifty, they know they fuck with me
How many bodies I need for y'all to fuck with me?

[Chorus: Chad Da Don]
If they want the drama then we're comin'
Try to disrespect me dog, I'm 'bout to show you somethin'
Always kept it real from the jump, never had nothin'
That's why you know I kill for the homies that I run with (Run with)