More songs by DJ Drama
Description
Producer: EJ Grimes Producer: Rvei Recording, Mixing: Leon Bates Mastering: Rich Keller A&R: DaBoyDame A&R: Brian "CMG B" Williams (CMG) Composer and Lyricist: John Lotts Composer and Lyricist: Eric "EJ" Grimes Composer and Lyricist: Abdallah Ahmad Composer and Lyricist: Tiree Simmons
Lyrics and translation
Original
I know, I know, I know.
Shit just ain't been hittin' recently.
You niggas been searchin' and waitin' for somethin' to listen to.
I want somebody to make me feel like it's Trap Or Die 25 and 26, 'cause I just haven't been feeling that recently.
Then I got a call from Boogie.
So I told him my issues.
His reply, "Trauma, I got exactly what you been waiting for. "
Tell everybody to stand clear, move out the way, and back the fuck up.
DJ -Drama.
-Tired of taking care nigga that don't wanna listen, I'm feeling like Mitch. Like
Mitch.
Cut off a nigga I blessed and starred in the business because of a bitch. Booyah. Blood about my shit, whoever against me gon' get blitzed.
Fuck everybody who switched. Smooshing a nigga that snitched.
Loyal as niggas, them niggas that met, I made them niggas be lit. Uh.
Bangin' my brand and wearin' my chains and drivin' my cars and shit. Ain't no more love, nigga,
I'm pissed. Try me, I'm shootin' down bricks.
Stay out my lane, don't bang my shit. Keep postin' them old ass pics, nigga. Stampin' niggas I regret. The same
Big Boo, I ain't changed up yet. Pussy niggas, I don't protect.
Gon' kill Whoever that cross me next. I'm genuine, ain't no catch.
Y'all do it with love, just pay me respect.
Lame ass Niggas be losing their mind, I focus on making a hit.
CMG member, my brand with me. Nine One nigga won't stand with me.
Mafia for life, stop playing with me. Nine One opp shook hands with me.
You niggas different for running with niggas who said they'll put they hands on me. You tripping. What is you saying to me?
I'll murder you bitches, stop playing with me. Shining because I'm a grinder.
Back on that fuck all them niggas, they time up. Tell all them niggas to line up.
Nigga, I built this, gotta remind 'em.
Maybach truck recliner massage my back when I'm on that timing. Woods said I lead all the lions.
Weak as they come, I'm hell of a giant. Niggas who owe me, pay me that nine. Pay me that nine.
Ayy, homie, run me that bread. Ain't no excuses, I need my shit right now.
That pussy must got to your head. Us or nobody, I mean that shit.
On cue, I said what I said. Red Room forever, my kin folks dead.
Smack all you bitches for playin' with my head. Fuck you niggas, it's like that.
Touch me, I'll be right back.
All that pillow talk will see these bitches then cost 'em, better not type back. Rich as a bitch, it's like that. Pen on paper, I'm psychic.
Stepping on trollers and mice. Lie to my face, you will never be righteous.
Big dude, I don't shake hands. Red Rum top big gangland. Black crow bird, I'm banging my brand.
I'm thugging, I'm yelling out hang mans. These niggas good at pretending.
Everything fake gotta end it. I really came from the trenches, I know how it go.
I'm standing on business. Bag the fuck up. Bag the fuck up.
Bag the fuck up, nigga.
Bag the fuck up. Bag the fuck up.
Bag the fuck up.
Bag the fuck up, nigga.
Bag the fuck up.
Bag the fuck up. Bag the fuck up. Just bag the fuck up. Bag the fuck up, nigga.
Just bag the fuck up. Bag the fuck up. Bag the fuck up. Bag the fuck up.
Bag the fuck up.
Bag the fuck -up. -Back the fuck up.
Against the grills, you bastards.
Suckas!