drought

Lyrics: David Amata Music: David Amata All these nggas throwin fits So i jus been puttin em on When i get racks i hit the mall That nigga broke aint gotta band uh huh Dont talk to bitches they just come to me But take it easy on the contact I only worry bout economy They always askin where yo mind at Im onna skateboard step back back back Cant you see that im grinding Richard millie audemars I jus rlly gotta find the right timing But i worried bout assignments See me smokin and they kno whats goin on They kno its potent in my climate Im wit yo baby girl and u dont know what she be doin Told me she gon ride it They gon say im cappin so i had to write it I told that shawty she can stop But she keep on going now ik she got the mileage I can tell the fake from the real And i coulda told u that if i had my eyelids Closed And u can try put it in the ground U cant bury it now cause i’m diggin it out Told my haters they can suck on my balls Cause all these niggas is lost they got dick in they mouth And u aint even kno im the boss U aint know why u lost u aint figured it out And lately i been gettin my cash I been back in my bag but yall stuck inna drought And u prolly thought i was finished But nigga i aint even start yet U finna see me inna stars yuh These niggas copy what i do copy how i move niggas aint evolving I been chillin wit my crew u know what it do Yk how we ballin All these nggas throwin fits So i jus been puttin em on When i get racks i hit the mall That nigga broke aint gotta band uh hu Dont talk to bitches they just come to me But take it easy on the contact I only worry bout economy They always askin where yo mind at