Drone - Delli Boe

Ay, what the fuck is going on?

Said I’m the bomb, but stop blowing up my phone

Ay, bitch, I’m flyer than a drone

I switch it up so you know I get it on, bitch

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 nigga throw it up like he balemic

What the fuck is going on?

Said I’m the bomb, but stop blowing up my phone

Bitch, I’m flyer than a drone

I switch it up so you know I get it on, bitch

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 nigga throw it up like he balemic

Bitch, you are not it, but you a clown though

Prince of my city, I get a tahoe

Niggas said he fucking with me, then you know he sound slow

I’m only fucking with a nigga if his motherfucking pants low

What you think I’m scared of?

I don’t fear hoes

You niggas faker than dildos

How the fuck you gotta and you still broke?

Niggas think they fucking with me when they snorting that real coke

Ha ha ha ha, that real coke

Bitch, and you real broke

I said my niggas gas it up, we got that real smoke

So take a puff bitch, I bet you will choke

Ay, what the fuck is going on?

Said I’m the bomb, but stop blowing up my phone

Bitch, I’m flyer than a drone

I switch it up so you know I get it on, bitch

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 nigga throw it up like he balemic

Bitch, sit your motherfucking ass down

I tell a big dick nigga to pull his pants down

I wanna get rich nigga, so pull the bands out

I’m to the top like the ceiling, and you a fan now

Nigga, you ain’t got the balls to fuck with me

I be washing niggas out like they laundry

I’ma do it certainly, and you a probably

I’m tired of shitting on niggas, I think I gotta pee

Who’s that bitch, taking over this shit?

(It's me)

So suck my dick, so suck my dick

Ay, what the fuck is going on?

Said I’m the bomb, but stop blowing up my phone

Ay, bitch, I’m flyer than a drone

I switch it up so you know I get it on, bitch

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 nigga throw it up like he balemic