DROMEWORLD lyrics

[Intro: Fenix]
Huh, yeah, hey
Reporting live from DromeWorld, you dig, huh
Shoreline b*tch

[Verse 1: Fenix]
Who the competition
Who them n*ggas in the streets talking what they living
Name a n*gga in the game really water whipping
Name a n*gga with some fame really moving chickens
I'ma send her draped down in some True Religion
Money counter on the counter, I don't do addition
I just bought a new pole, that's a new addition
Pouring fours with my team, we gon' do addition
Why my b*tch keep talking, boy she need to listen
Sneak dissing in the mention, now I'm in his kitchen
What the f*ck a n*gga mean he ain't really tripping?
I'm a level-headed n*gga when I'm on a mission
We gon' do a n*gga bad, ain't no optimism
Put a n*gga on a shirt, make his mama miss him
We ain't giving any passes to the opposition
Baby girl stay down, you know your position
Real n*gga, ten toes, I know my position
I forgot to mention
Why these n*ggas talking like they got some ism?
How you shooting at a n*gga but forgot to hit him?
Quali stacks, molly pills, me and my n*ggas split 'em
I be rolling rolling rolling
Geeking out my body
Hi-Tech, red lean, pink Quali
Mixing up the medicine, I'm moving like a zombie
You providing evidence, don't want that n*gga 'round me
Why you got a pistol, you not tryna catch a body
Glock-22, I'ma tuck it in the Tommys
That's your b*tch, I'm finna bend her over off a molly, sorry