Drama

[Intro: Truett]
Is it all right there?
[?]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Saul G]
I ain't got time for no one
It's just drama, drama, drama
I'm just tryna bring that rain and stack a couple commas, commas
Bitches wanna talk up every time my name is brought up, brought up
Always switching lanes when these hoes think they caught up, caught up
I just rather be alone with myself, myself, myself
Kicking back, rolling blacks
Riding all these racks, racks
Enemies after me plotting they attack, attack
They always getting mad cause they fucking wear my trap (My trap)

[Verse 2: Truett]
Yeah
Jump dive in the hearse
When you write onе verse and you think you the shit
Splitting and gutting and rolling and stuffing, I smokе till it's burning my lips
Motherfucker need a couple [commas?] just to diss-