You Don't Want Drama

Damn, yeah
 It's Bad Boy South Niggaz, Ball and G
 Orange Mound, the moment you've all been waitin' for
 Collaboration, c'mon now
 Let's go, let's go, let's go, c'mon
 Straight from the underground, fat boy from the mound
 Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter, that's how we get down
 I wanna see you get it crunk, let a nigga know what hood you from
 Eveybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down, then roll it up
 Back it up, a girl like you, a nigga like me can't pass it up
 Rollin' by, lookin' good, put it in reverse then back it up
 What's the deal, lemme make it clear what you got right here
 They broke the mold, one of a kind, fat boy witta gold mouth that shine
 Hard to touch, sorry to tell you, boys out here ain't hard as us
 Ball and G, part of the streets, 'cause the streets are a part of us
 Lay it down, please remember, games we don't play them now
 Disrespect, please remember, stains we gon' spray them round
 Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
 Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
 Bitch, nigga
 Bitch, nigga
 Bitch, nigga
 Bitch
 You don't want drama, no
 You don't want none, no
 You don't want drama, no
 You don't want none, no
 Get up (get up), get crunk (get crunk)
 Let's race to the trunk (to the trunk)
 Get a pump, unload and dump
 Forget it, close the trunk
 In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, let's overheat him
 Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him
 MJG is the reason yo' season needed seasonal spices
 They needed more life and lucky yo' wife was bleedin'
 Now your life is leavin yo' body, for drinkin' too much Bacardi
 You should've known when you started
 Never fuck with G and E
 In any climate I'm shinin', floss, I'm perfect wit' timin'
 I'm good for rippin' and rhymin' in and out the beat
 And Eightball is loadin' the clip, for niggaz supposin' to trip
 And you know I'm rollin' the whip, we finna set 'em free
 Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
 Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
 Bitch, nigga
 Bitch, nigga
 Bitch, nigga
 Bitch
 You don't want drama, no
 You don't want none, no
 You don't want drama, no
 You don't want none, no
 Eightball and G, get it crunk fo' sho'
 My swagger, my flavor, my pimpin', my flow
 My ho, my woman, my slacks, my denims
 My backstroke in swimmin', in pools wit' models in 'em
 Them boys, they hate it, we hustle, we made it
 We richer, the picture is two of the greatest
 The realest, you bump some Ball and G you gon' feel it
 Guaranteed, muhfucker, stamp, sign, seal it
 We placin' the fakest, they don't give it up, we gon' take it
 The realest up in in this niggaz buckin', bitches shakin'
 They asses, but cash it, might be a habit
 Like mics when we grab it, we cock it, we blast it
 Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
 Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
 Bitch, nigga
 Bitch, nigga
 Bitch, nigga
 Bitch
 You don't want drama, no
 You don't want none, no
 You don't want drama, no
 You don't want none, no
 So here we go, Bad Boy South
 Ball and G, Orange Mound
 New York collaboration
 You don't want no drama, you don't want none
 I see you ATL, let's tear this shit up
 C'mon, c'mon, I said let's tear this shit up
 Yeah, Ball and G, Bad Boy South
 Let's go, let's work these motherfuckers
 Let's get this money niggaz, yeah, as we proceed