Family Drama

[Mrs. Becky's Voicemail]
"Hi Aubrey, this is Mrs. Becky
Just checking on you
Wondering how things are going for you
And um, I was kind of wanting to have you over again."

[Hook]
I was getting my dick sucked on the way home to some family drama
That’s old shit, not too old
But I can't be bothered
If they ask me 'bout it, won’t talk about it
I won’t say nada
Real shit
Never the find the answer like Jimmy Hoffa
Smooth when I dance
But might diddy-bop ya
Gas in my pants smell like Benihana
She want love and I lied and told her that I gotcha
She in love with drugs I can’t introduce her to my momma

[Verse 1]
And I ain’t tryna do shit if they tell me seen it
Make my own like master p before you see Gucci creeping
Ask me if I’m gone be rich And I’ll say filthy You gone peep it
I need vvs for my glasses when I’m shining they gone see it
Make the league then fall off Kenny Powers boy you tweaking
This that play this when I call her
Tell her baby let me see it
She gone show me cause she want to
But she know that I don’t need it
FaceTime for the moment
Give me face when we breach it

[Hook]
I was getting my dick sucked on the way home to some family drama
That’s old shit, not too old
But I can't be bothered
If they ask me bout won’t talk about it
I won’t say nada
Real shit
Never the find the answer like Jimmy Hoffa

[Verse 2]
I need to run my bands up can’t pause for commas
Flip money like Samsung toll free caller
Lipstick on my d*ck not on my collar
Call me I pull up you just gotta holler
…..
When she ask me if I want her
I can’t really tell her shit
Cause every she does
I feel Jeru 96’
Me or the papes not what she say
But if I pick her can’t get rich
I put my heart into to this shit
Might sign a contract with my wrist
......
But shit that’s neither here
Just had to get that off my chest
Fetti said let’s head to Cali
Hit him back like bro say less
Do the footwork real smooth
Till I walk up heaven on steps
Blonde hair black sweater bitch I look Johnny Quest

[Hook]
I was getting my dick sucked on the way home to some family drama
That’s old shit, not too old
But I can't be bothered
If they ask me bout it won’t talk about it
I won’t say nada
Real shit
Never the find the answer like Jimmy Hoffa
Smooth when I dance
But might diddy-bop ya
Gas in my pants smell ike Benihana
She want love and I lied and told her that I gotcha
She in love with drugs I can’t introduce her to my momma
Credits