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Intro: D. R. A. M. 

(Fm/C  -  Eb/Bb) 
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on 
I'm beyond all that fuck shit 

verse 1: Lil Yachty 

(Fm/C  -  Eb/Bb) 
Hey lil' mama, would you like to be my sunshine? 
Nigga touch my gang we gon' turn this shit to Columbine 
Ice on my neck cost me ten times three 
Thirty thousand dollars for a nigga to get flee 
I just hit Rodéo and I spent like ten Gs 
I just did a show and spent the check on my mama 
When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas 
And I keep like ten phones, damn I'm really never home 
All these niggas clones tryna copy what I'm on 
Nigga get your own, tryna pick a nigga bone 
Word to brother Skip, boy I had a good day 
Metro Pcs trappin' boy I'm making plays 
Fifty shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hogan 
I know you know my slogan, if it ain't 'bout guap I'm gone 
Niggas hatin' cause I'm chosen 
from the concrete I had rose 
Shawty starin' at my necklace 
cause my diamonds really froze 
Put that dick up in her pussy bet she feel it in her toes 
I'm a real young nigga from the six throwing bows 
I'm a real young nigga from the six throwing bows 
Real young nigga from the six throwing bows 

Hook: D. R. A. M. 

(Fm/C  -  Eb/Bb) 
In the middle of the party bitch get off me 
In the cut I'm rolling up my broccoli 
Ya I know your baby mama fond of me 
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli 
Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me 
Said that I can get that pussy easily 
Said that I can hit that shit so greasily 
I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily 

Bridge: D. R. A. M.
 
(Fm/C  -  Eb/Bb) 
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on 
I'm beyond all that fuck shit 
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on 
I'm beyond all that fuck shit 

verse 2: D. R. A. M. 

(Fm/C  -  Eb/Bb) 
I got companies and Pesos 
I got people on my payroll 
She don't do it 'less I say so 
I don't smoke if it ain't fuego 
I should sauce 'em up like Prego 
Fettucini with Alfredo 
All I wanted was the fame and every game 
they made on Sega 
I was five or six years old 
when I had told myself ok you're special 
But I treat you like my equal never lesser 
I was twenty-six years old 
when we had dropped this one amazing record 
Had the world stepping 
That's what I call epic 
Couple summers later I got paper 
I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel 
With the capers on a square plate 
At the restaurant with the why you got to stare face 
To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass 
Rapper face, dread headed 
Golden diamond teeth wearing 
They just mad cause I got that cheese bitch I keep dairy 
Turnt up in the party getting lit to Yachty 
With a Spanish Barbie word to my mami 

Hook: D. R. A. M. 

(Fm/C  -  Eb/Bb) 
In the middle of the party bitch get off me 
In the cut I'm rolling up my broccoli 
Ya I know your baby mama fond of me 
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli 
(That weed that weed) 
Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me 
(She wanna fuck) 
Said that I can get that pussy easily 
(I'm gonna fuck) 
Said I can hit that shit so greasily 
I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily