"Dramatic" lyrics
Ayy
My right wrist too dramatic
Uh, my left wrist AP status
This bitch say I'm super savage
Ayy, trap 'til my bankroll get massive
Ayy, lil' nigga, who you bappin'?
Used to go to school with the lil' baggies
Nigga say he took somethin' from who? He bappin'
Nigga, this a brand new Louis jacket
Bitch see me, like, "Ooh, what's happenin'?"
Ayy, this my boat, nigga, who's the captain?
Classify this as super talent
But these days, niggas don't need talent
These Rick Owens, these not New Balance
Bitch say I need sleep, mom say I need balance
Ayy, I'm in the stu' like, "Ooh, he blackin'"
Strike first time, keep attackin'
Uh, Big Ol' C4, it's a bomb in his jacket, swervin' through traffic
I'm the one drinkin' the syrup by the gallon
Too many doors been kicked, who counted?
Three hundred dumped on the bed, who countin'?
Three of them shots to your head, lose balance
Hellcat Challenger, it ain't no challenge
Trackhawk with me gon' climb up a mountain
I was just lookin' for bitches, my main bitch scoutin'
'Member them days I was duckin' in bushes, then God came, found me
Wockhardt 'cause it taste good when I drink it
Shot out the whole clip, wasn't even thinkin'
Ayy, nigga, fuck who you fuck with, they gon' have to meet me
My mama just called me, said, "Trayle, you on TV"
They was puttin' these songs on repeat
Big Ol' Backdoor make this shit look easy, but is this shit really easy?
I took a pic with the bitch, she was smilin' and cheesin'
And my pockets is filled up with green leaves
All in your dreams like Freddie, you see me
Freddy Krueger would agree with me
It's gon' cost you a dime to come speak with me
I'd take the money, I'm havin' JAY-Z with me
The same young nigga runnin' 'round with the B-to-B
I conquered that easily
Frontin' these pieces, they hate to be seein' me
Pray that my bitch probably cheat on me
They just wanna see you fall some kind of way
Not the same as it was when it's back in the day
He just came to the block with a MAC and a K
And he actin' suspicious
My right wrist too dramatic
Uh, my left wrist AP status
This bitch say I'm super savage
Ayy, trap 'til my bankroll get massive
Where C4? Well, who was askin'?
I kick door, they tryna catch me
I can't ever 6ix9ine, Tekashi
Got all my chips for to cash in
My right wrist too dramatic
Uh, my left wrist AP status
This bitch say I'm super savage
Ayy, trap 'til my bankroll get massive
Ayy, lil' nigga, who you bappin'?
Used to go to school with the lil' baggies
Nigga say he took somethin' from who? He bappin'
Nigga, this a brand new Louis jacket
Bitch see me, like, "Ooh, what's happenin'?"
Ayy, this my boat, nigga, who's the captain?
Classify this as super talent
But these days, niggas don't need talent
These Rick Owens, these not New Balance
Bitch say I need sleep, mom say I need balance
Ayy, I'm in the stu' like, "Ooh, he blackin'"
Strike first time, keep attackin'
Uh, Big Ol' C4, it's a bomb in his jacket, swervin' through traffic
I'm the one drinkin' the syrup by the gallon
Too many doors been kicked, who counted?
Three hundred dumped on the bed, who countin'?
Three of them shots to your head, lose balance
Hellcat Challenger, it ain't no challenge
Trackhawk with me gon' climb up a mountain
I was just lookin' for bitches, my main bitch scoutin'
'Member them days I was duckin' in bushes, then God came, found me
Wockhardt 'cause it taste good when I drink it
Shot out the whole clip, wasn't even thinkin'
Ayy, nigga, fuck who you fuck with, they gon' have to meet me
My mama just called me, said, "Trayle, you on TV"
They was puttin' these songs on repeat
Big Ol' Backdoor make this shit look easy, but is this shit really easy?
I took a pic with the bitch, she was smilin' and cheesin'
And my pockets is filled up with green leaves
All in your dreams like Freddie, you see me
Freddy Krueger would agree with me
It's gon' cost you a dime to come speak with me
I'd take the money, I'm havin' JAY-Z with me
The same young nigga runnin' 'round with the B-to-B
I conquered that easily
Frontin' these pieces, they hate to be seein' me
Pray that my bitch probably cheat on me
They just wanna see you fall some kind of way
Not the same as it was when it's back in the day
He just came to the block with a MAC and a K
And he actin' suspicious
My right wrist too dramatic
Uh, my left wrist AP status
This bitch say I'm super savage
Ayy, trap 'til my bankroll get massive
Where C4? Well, who was askin'?
I kick door, they tryna catch me
I can't ever 6ix9ine, Tekashi
Got all my chips for to cash in
Writer(s): Jonoah Pressley, Justin Trayle Bell, Ernst Ryan Schettini, Bryan Michael Stribling, Aubrey W Greene Jr
