BET, Lil Wayne, Chocolate Droppa - 2016 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 6 lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen
Yours truly DJ Drama for the first
Time ever, a one-on-one cypher
A one-on-one battle, two MC's
One has sold over 80 million
Records, a thousand features
Numerous Grammy's and BET Awards
And the other one
Hasn't done a goddamn thing let's go

Forget all my adversaries
I puff the baddest mary
Watch your vocabulary
Cause I go Conan Barbarian
My watch is like Halle Berry
Man I watched my dad get burried
Man I watched my ex get married
I used to pop X with Paris
I made her lay next to Sarah
We used to have sex on camera
I used to pop X and viagra
And act it was natural stamina
Double cupping like Pamela
Double up her like a gambler, streetsweeper
I'm a janitor
Y'all weak like a calendar, heh, beyond weak
Yeah, I'm getting close to a
Billion in arm reach
Yeah, all I could see from
My building is palm trees
Yeah, Katrina had us trapping out a RV
Heh, we dripping, and y'all weak
I leave your brains right there
On your broad cheek
And bloodstains all over your offspring
I think the gang and police they all linked
Hold up, why you flinching slime? Call
Your henchmen slime you know I draw down
You draw attention slime
Fiend searching in a haystack
For syringes slime
D-boy got em flipping like some ninjas slime
See em tweakin', see em crying
See em limping slime
That some symptons slime
I can prevent em slime
Split your head right in
Two like split decision, slime
I been through hell and back
Came back in mint condition slime
Hold up, now it's time to drop the window
Slime toss out your demo, I ain't
Even like your intro, slime, haha
I go hard, like Kimbo, slime
You know my MO slime, spit that A-M-M-O
Slime hold up, I go hard, like Kimbo, slime
You know my MO slime, spit that A-M-M-O
Slime tunechi

(Whoo) i'ma make it real simple and qaint
Before I start, shout out to my brother
My man Kevin Hart go see his movie What Now?
Ay Drama (What's up Droppa?)
Y'all are like a old man walking
Down the street in a Pamper
I'm about to shit on these niggas (What?)
I guess that all depends
Wordplay, figure it out let's get it

Gritty grimy grit's on your lady tit's
Sloppy Joes, I'm spreading it
One all you hoes
Droppa's insane, the rest of y'all, are lame
I'm taking back what's mine
I'm talking 'bout that fucking fame
Whoo, you did it to yourself people
Droppa back, 'bout to do it to you people
Uh, that anger's at an all-time high
Yeah, I eat my bread, I'm talking rye
Uh, money coming out of duffel bags
Yeah look at your boy, in the duffel bag
Got the trash bag, dark green
Coming 'round the corner in
That pure mint green
Hatian, switch it up, sak pase tou ka te te
Coming back in different languages
And I don't play uh, Droppa, Droppa, Droppa
I'm talking 'bout my car, the old one
Matter fact, take the gun, take your son
You better run
Switch my flow up, let me get real serious
Cause when Droppa come hard, I get delirious
What Now? It's my sound
I'm not playing, I'm taking it down
Come back to my ground
Whoo, Drama, drop the beat twice
Matter fact tell everybody I hate mice, ow
Uh
Rodents make me sick, they can kiss my ass
Come back one time, Droppa, first not last
Let's go (Bars)
187 bars in two minutes
It ain't never been done i did a time
Get your money or let your check get you
Disgusting (What Now?)