(Kokane)
Ah yeah...
(Spice 1)
Murder is a part of the game and the jealous got me strapped
Crunch nappy sack, sick homies who got my back
Dead bodies, handcuffs, and house raids
Two in the morning up on the dope track, sportin gangsta braids
Me and my homies finna bail up in the hooptie
With a fifth of Remy Martin, the car ain't startin
Some haters rolled up fo' deep up in the Chevy
Wavin techs up in the air like Machine-Gun Kelly
I tell all my partners to bail up out the bucket
One raised up out and the other couldn't duck quick enough
Enough, been rough so I begin to bust, straight dome shots
Droppin got them shakin like they pop lockin
Ski skirt cloud smokin down the street
With his player partner beatin up at these niggas up in the other seat
I check myself see if I'm shot, but they didn't hit me
Shoppers singin like Whitney they wanna fit me
With a Full Metal Jacket, but they didn't get me
Not one bullet touch my body, not even nicked me
We rushed my homie to the nearest Carsa hospital
But it's too late he frozen stiff like a pop sickle (damn!)
(Chorus w/variations: Kokane)
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
I don't give a fuck about you
As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
(Spice 1)
We shook this spot for homicide, hit emergency
Finna go perform my own open heart surgery
Because my partner shouldn't have died like that
We gotta show my homie love and get them busters back
So we mob through the ghetto lookin for revenge
But we can't find a soul, fools talkin bout it's gettin cold
Behold a Chevy with gold d's
Could these be the haters who made my hooptie look like Swiss cheese
Fools whisper "turned the lights off and let's get closer"
Don't let em see you pull your mask down, put out the doja
With tales from the creepin on the hush feelin leave fo' suckers in the dust
The midnight drama don't stop so if you get some dirt
They'll dig you in the clear, cause player, you'll be outta here
We ain't no suckers, we doin it like John Gotti
We left them fools in the parkin lot with open bodies
(Chorus w/variations: Kokane)
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
I don't give a fuck about you
As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
(Spice 1)
We bailed up out the scene without a clue
People call the police but that's all they can do
We hit the freeway in a bucket, feelin no remorse
We regulatin in the ghetto with deadly force
And ain't nobody tellin nothin about the decease
Cause if you snitch your family count will get decrease
Up in the game them things gonna be poppin ya, 187 in the style of the Mafia
This ain't no business for busters, trick ass haters
Tryna fade you, jealous cause you livin major
Hit me on my pager, sharp as a razor
And suckers who don't feel me, get the Red Laser
And sicker than a hangover, fools try to slang boulders
But get snatched out their Range Rovers
(Chorus w/variations: Kokane)
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
I don't give a fuck about you
As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop to test me
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
Now I don't give a fuck about you
As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
Now I don't give a fuck about you
As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
Situations gotta stick, drama, I don't give a fuck about you, yeah
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!