DJ Drama, Drama, MoneyBagg Yo and Offset - Andale

Quality Street Music
I'm Really Like That
DJ Drama (grab the-, grab the-, grab the-, grab the-)

Grab the Drac' (Drac')
Somebody dyin' today (die)
I had to find a play
Like Andale
I put the K to his face
Niggas ain't come to play
New Lamborghini hit the gas and I'm gone (skrrt)
Big stone my pinky, I ain't do nothin' wrong
Fuck 'round get stepped on, you made the wrong song (stepped on)
Fuck 'round get stepped on you made the wrong song (hey, hey, hey, hey)

Got on a Sky-Dweller but still got no time time
I just burnt up her head like a hitter (gone)
My whole team shine, fuck talkin' bout it
I done showed you lil' niggas I'm realer (yeah)
I been in this mode that's why my pocket overload
And anything fake I expose, Moncler a lil' cold
My jeweler iced me out like whoa (whoa)
They look at my shit like them goals
Louis V on the side of my boots
I'm drippin' in sauce so I'm sticky like glue (saucy)
Never lackin', pistol packin'
If I clutch it, I'ma up it like Bloccboy and shoot (bah)
Yeah, BWA on my chain, I'm full of codeine
Dang, I done relapsed again (woo)
Bread Gang on my veins, I'm in my own lane
Fuck it I done reset the game
I weigh the back end on the scale
Show prices like bales now
Fuck it, I trap off the stage (trap)
I get 'em same number as my age
Money come in too many ways, my mind in a maze (whoa)
I ain't got not time to just waste
Tri-color the face, I'm on a whole 'nother phase
Got niggas that stuck in they ways
They still in the trap (what?), scrapin' the pot like a graze

(Grab the-, grab the-)
Grab the Drac' (Drac')
Somebody dyin' today (die)
I had to find a play
Like Andale
I put the K to his face
Niggas ain't come to play
New Lamborghini hit the gas and I'm gone (skrrt)
Big stone my pinky, I ain't do nothin' wrong
Fuck 'round get stepped on, you made the wrong song (stepped on)
Fuck 'round get stepped on you made the wrong song (you made the wrong song, nigga)

Young nigga caught him a case and he beat it
My opp he ain't breathin', I go feed the needy
Don't do a post, he a ghost, he ain't breathin'
Necklace the water, my wrist is the Fiji
Bought it, ain't lease it, penthouse at the Seasons
My plug a secret, the bricks Indonesian
Cool with the teachin', I guess I'ma lead 'em
Nigga my kid, if he play I'ma beat 'em
My pockets stuffed with the green, I'm a vegan
Go try your luck and you gon' meet a demon
Nigga ain't tough he gon' duck when I see 'em
Fuckin' that slut, I don't cuff and I mean it
Two-thou' lil' cup, expensive drugs when they leanin'
Ratchet like fiendin' put switches on Ninas
Don't go and subpoena, got mops, we the cleaners
She like my demeanor, she know I don't need her
I'm in the back like the president
Bullet proof Cadillac, I get 'em whacked with no evidence
No we ain't settlin', I know I'm better than
Watch what you tellin' me, I up the felony
Niggas hatin' and I see the jealousy
Out the vacant we trappin' like Medellin
Bitch, I'm poppin', you pop it I'll make a scene
Catch a body, that young nigga made the team
Dope or the pills, my mans he got it
I'm in it, ain't rent it, I spend it, I buy it
I keep a nigga with a stick outside
You don't want smoke put your pride to the side
Nigga he'll die, he'll die, he'll die
In the G5 when I go in the sky
Ain't runnin' them millions up? Somebody lied

(Grab the-, grab the-, grab the-, grab the-)
Grab the Drac' (Drac')
Somebody dyin' today (die)
I had to find a play
Like Andale
I put the K to his face
Niggas ain't come to play
New Lamborghini hit the gas and I'm gone (skrrt)
Big stone my pinky, I ain't do nothin' wrong
Fuck 'round get stepped on, you made the wrong song (stepped on)
Fuck 'round get stepped on you made the wrong song (Gangsta Grillz)

Written by:
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Don Cannon, Kiari Cephus, Shane Lindstrom, Tyree Simmons

Publisher:
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