Drought

First off I ain't crazy 'bout this beat
Just an instrumental
Don't tell the next bitch what you 'bout to do
Just a fundamental
These bitches act like they don't make mistakes
They be so judgmental
But fucking on a nigga who can't help
Is you fucking mental
Uh
Bitch I think you really are
Asking how the fuck I put the key in
It's a push to start
Like you ain't never had no lavish shit?
(Broke bitch)
Like you ain't never had to hit a lick
(Oh my god)
You ain't have it and you still ain't hit a lick?
(Like what the fuck?)
I could be dead rich I'm gon' still hit me a lick
(Like give me that shit)
Bitch I'm so clever, uh
Im a big stepper
All that gas that we be smoking, shit be so pressure
Now please don't gas these bitches up 'cus Im the leader
And you can't roll my blunt lil bitch you ain't Anita
(Bitch you ain't my dog)
And she was talking like she cold but caught the heater
She don't want no one on one she wanna team up

Uh, its a fucking drought
Why you speaking on my niggas Watch your fucking mouth
Uh, uh
Fuck they talking bout
Where the real niggas at
It's a fucking drought
Uh, uh
Its a fucking drought
Why you speaking on my niggas
Watch your fucking mouth
Uh, uh
Fuck they talking 'bout
Where the real niggas at
It's a fucking drought