Rough DJ Drama (Ft. Freddie Gibbs & Jeezy)

[Intro: Jeezy]

Gangsta Gibbs, you ready, homie?

CTE World, nigga, let's go!

[Bridge: Jeezy]

I said I solemnly swear I'd take my team to the top

You know Pyrex pots, you know they came with the top

And I just left the lot in a brand new drop

And I ain't pay for the roof cause me no like gettin' topped

[Chorus: Jeezy]

I make it rough on you niggas, I make it rough on you hoes

Quarter brick in my pocket, I spent that shit on my clothes

You know it costs a few hundred, yeah you should see what I drove

Clip hold half a hundred, I bought that shit for my foes

[Post-Chorus: Jeezy]

I make it rough on you niggas, I make it rough on you hoes

I make it rough on you niggas, I make it rough on you hoes

I make it rough on you niggas, I make it rough on you hoes

And it hold half a hundred, I bought that shit for my foes

[Verse 1: Jeezy]

Malibu and Ciroc, I think I just lost my top

I think I just went crazy, I mean my chain too lazy

These niggas seldom made it, nah, Snow believe 'em

These niggas talk like they killas

Don't act like that when I see 'em

I call 'em out how I see 'em, my house look like a museum

You gotta be bullshittin' Snow, maybe a small collisuem

What kinda vest you got on? I think it Christian Dior

Got thirty K's in my closet, look like I'm ready for war

Brand new Glock out the box, scratch out the serial number

Then I pull up in the drop, like bitch just give me your number

With a meal, Louie V, eight hundred for sweats

Another 3 for the top, you know that bitch bounced my check