Drama Gang

Hook:

So how you doin' huh?

We okay (x10)

So how you doin' huh?

We okay (x10)

(And we about to tear it up) (x3)

So how you doin' huh?

Verse 1 (KayR):

We okay. Got a bit of money so now we gon' pay

He gon' pray if he hating on me like he know Kay

She gon' stay out the VIP if she don't chip in. Frito lay

I got a bunch of actors 'round here. But you know that we don't play

Hey! I'm here to have a good time. Good rhymes so I should shine

Put nine more bottles on the tab, god damn, dirty bars like Woodbine

Aw man. Don't stand around it. If I hear this shit, man, can I panic?

Other rappers only want ass pics if those photos be panoramic

I be on that shit that'll make your vitals stop

Y'all be dumb and 'bout that paper so I call you Michael Scott

It's time for everybody to stop acting like I'm new to ya

I've got a question

Hook

Verse 2 (King Los):

I feel like a giant, highly non-compliant, wild and I'm defiant, piling guys on piles

And pound for pound the best, my niggas pushing pounds of Miley Cyrus

While the violent drivers pull the phantoms up. Standing up on the couch

And I'm up, banding up, I need a band to come play while I ante up

Stand me up for my bread, hit your family, your auntie, your Uncle Greg

Hit your granny, your daddy, your momma too

Follow you. You no follow rules, I'mma do

What I have to, with the chapter in this book I'm writing

And it looks exciting. While these niggas fighting I'm sippin' tea

Jump out Phantoms like, "bitch it's me!" Hundred chains like I'm Mr. T

Crispy T, just a g. Lot of bitch niggas pissed at me. Hit your bitch now you history

I'm like Curry, don't miss a three. No worries, no misery. I just bury my enemies

Various tendencies, that we don't say. We don't play. We okay

Hook