[Intro]
Aye, huh, yeah
Yeah, aye aye, yeah
(The Real Child of Drama)
Pissed off, yeah, uh
Pissed off, yeah, pissed off, yeah

[Chorus]
I got you pissed off, n***a then slice yo wrists off (Slice yo wrists off)
This Gelato 33 gone make yo bitch cough (Gon make yo bitch cough)
Catch em, rob em in the street, take his Ricks off (Take his Ricks off)
We know you ain't shooting shit, boy yo blick soft

[Verse 1]
Aye, ain't nothing on me cheap at all (Yeah)
Put the tester on yo diamonds, it ain't beep at all (Aye, yeah)
Why she told me that you hit, you ain't go deep at all (You ain't go deep at all)
She hit my phone late at night cause she know who to call (Who to call)
Yeah, I'ma rage on this bitch, I'ma spaz on em
Yeah, pedal to the metal, n***a, gas on em (Gas on em)
Fuck it, wet a n***a up, we gon' splash on em (Splash on em)
Can't even keep that AR tucked, got a bag on em' (Bag on em)
Yeah, pissed off, n***a, yeah I'm pissed off (Yeah, pissed off)
See these diamonds on my wrist make yo bitch talk (Yeah yeah)
Spent all that money on yo fit, can't take yo bitch out (Uh uh uh, yeah)
Spent all that money on yo whip, you tryna rent it out (Uh uh uh)
[Chorus]
I got you pissed off, n***a then slice yo wrists off (Slice yo wrists off)
This Gelato 33 gon make yo bitch cough (Gon make yo bitch cough)
Catch em, rob em in the street, take his Ricks off (Uh uh)
We know you ain't shooting shit, boy yo blick soft (Uh uh uh)

[Outro]
Boy yo blick soft
Aye, yeah