Drone lyrics

Ay, what the f*ck is going on?
Said I'm the bomb, but stop blowing up my phone
Ay, b*tch, I'm flyer than a drone
I switch it up so you know I get it on, b*tch

I made it out, they can’t believe it
And my wrist game cold, but just anemic
Call me a faggot, I'm a demon
I make your n*gga throw it up like he bulimic

b*tch, you are not it, but you a clown though
Prince of my city, I get a tahoe
n*ggas said he f*cking with me, then you know he sound slow
I'm only f*cking with a n*gga if his motherf*cking pants low
What you think I'm scared of? i don’t fear hoes
You n*ggas faker than dildos
How the f*ck you gotta [?] and you still broke?
n*ggas think they f*cking with me when they snorting that real coke
Ha ha ha ha, that real coke
b*tch, and you real brokе
I said my n*ggas gas it up, we got that real smoke
So takе a puff b*tch, I bet you will choke

Ay, what the f*ck is going on?
Said im the bomb, but stop blowing up my phone
Ay, b*tch, I'm flyer than a drone
I switch it up so you know I get it on, b*tch

I made it out, they can’t believe it
And my wrist game cold, but just anemic
Call me a faggot, I’m a demon
I make your n*gga throw it up like he bulimic

b*tch, sit your motherf*cking ass down
I tell a big di*k n*gga to pull his pants down
I wanna get rich n*gga, so pull the bands out
I’m to the top like the ceiling, and you a fan now
n*gga, you ain't got the balls to f*ck with me
I be washing n*ggas out like they laundry
Ima do it certainly, and you a probably
I’m tired of sh*tting on n*ggas, I think I gotta pee
Who’s that b*tch, taking over this sh*t? (It’s me)
So suck my di*k, so suck my di*k

Ay, what the f*ck is going on?
Said I'm the bomb, but stop blowing up my phone
Ay, b*tch, I'm flyer than a drone
I switch it up so you know I get it on, b*tch
I made it out, they can’t believe it
And my wrist game cold, but just anemic
Call me a faggot, I'm a demon
I make your n*gga throw it up like he bulimic