[Intro: FTR Drama]
Ballin' like I'm Michael, cuz Sosa from Chiraq
Keep that GG and that rifle, that chopper from Iraq
BSG, we 3Hunna, we be thuggin' peep my tats, You be f**in' with them ho n***as
Get blown off the map. FTR sh** n***a, GBE sh** n***a, Chiraq to Clipsburg Sosa in this b**h (Sosa Baby)
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I be shining, cus all my diamonds, I spent a dub on
I got plenty Louis and Fendi, yo b**h she love it
My lil n***as hot, they knock ya top off
Indicted for sellin' out my house and doin' drop-offs
I get so high, swear I be so high I feel like Top Dog
Im from 300 O'Block, you a real n***a, knock-off
Glock 40, clip hold fifty boy don't shot down
That Mac hold a hunnid shots, don't get shot down in yo' town
I make it rain 100's and 50's, on all these stripper hoes
No feelings but I'm addicted, to all these stripper hoes
My shooters, tote K's and rugers, look like a gun show
Talk outside of yo' mouth, boy you gone get gunned down
[Hook: FTR Drama]
Hittin' licks and movin', bricks I'm servin' all the white folks
Shawty wanna f** with me, she heard that I might blow
Ballin' like im Michael, shining like some white gold
Got some hittas in the midst, loadin' up them rifles
Go (2x) she heard that I might blow
Go (2x) I'm ballin' like I'm Michael
Go (2x) I'm shinin' like some white gold
Go (2x) They loadin' up them rifles
[Verse 2: FTR Drama]
This 40 I keep it on me, like it's hoey
She on me, she wanna f** me, but she don't know me
Its Drama, I'm 'bout that drama, I do the troopin'
I'm ballin', b**h I'm ballin' but I ain't hoopin'
My dog gone, my car do 1 5 we 'bout that shootin'
We winnin', ain't no prentendin', You n***as losin'
He tryin' me, somebody found 'em, with his eyes shut
You b**h n***as try and diss n***as, you will get lined up
Foreign, my gun is foreign, these Gucci's foreign
GG, through the GG, boo and its borin'
Strip club I threw 'bout ten up
I had it pourin', Harm he
b**h at the body, my n***as scorin'
[Hook]