[Chorus: Trick Trick]
All that drama, I don't need it
All them problems, I don't need them
You can't stop me (What?), so stop trying (What?)
If you try me (Yeah), then you're dyin' (Woo)
All that drama, I don't need it
All them problems, I don't need them
You can't stop me (What?), so stop trying (What?)
If you try me (What?), then you're dyin' (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Trick Trick]
All that bullshit, you can just keep popping the moves I'm making, it ain't no stoppin'
Love my gangsta bitch, keep jockin'
Extend the four-four, the bitch keep cockin'
Shit to do, ain't got time to bullshit with you
Tryin' to find me a bitch to use
Tryin' to find me a clip to fuse
Bit the shoes, oh
Boss man, in a four-door Porsche with a tall can
You really wan't a war? No, man
Little goons, you got callin'
They're goin' against mine? Fallin'
You got 'em a lil' bag, ballin'
We gettin' about a load, we haulin'
You talkin' to the lawman, little kid
Y'all ain't seen the best of mе
I refuse to give y'all thе rest of me
Refuse to give y'all the recipe
You came to pay, I suggest you leave
The baddest bitch there left with me
I'm a million dollar nigga, you's a pest to me
I got the plug on lock, it's yes to me
I'm a man of my word, that's fresh to me
All that drama, I don't need it
All them problems, I don't need them
You can't stop me (What?), so stop trying (What?)
If you try me (Yeah), then you're dyin' (Woo)
All that drama, I don't need it
All them problems, I don't need them
You can't stop me (What?), so stop trying (What?)
If you try me (What?), then you're dyin' (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Trick Trick]
All that bullshit, you can just keep popping the moves I'm making, it ain't no stoppin'
Love my gangsta bitch, keep jockin'
Extend the four-four, the bitch keep cockin'
Shit to do, ain't got time to bullshit with you
Tryin' to find me a bitch to use
Tryin' to find me a clip to fuse
Bit the shoes, oh
Boss man, in a four-door Porsche with a tall can
You really wan't a war? No, man
Little goons, you got callin'
They're goin' against mine? Fallin'
You got 'em a lil' bag, ballin'
We gettin' about a load, we haulin'
You talkin' to the lawman, little kid
Y'all ain't seen the best of mе
I refuse to give y'all thе rest of me
Refuse to give y'all the recipe
You came to pay, I suggest you leave
The baddest bitch there left with me
I'm a million dollar nigga, you's a pest to me
I got the plug on lock, it's yes to me
I'm a man of my word, that's fresh to me
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