December's Finest - Dropping Bams lyrics

[Produced by LoudBoy, Dozydose] [Hook: btyler] Oh my god Bam bam bee-lam Hahahaha Hey will you pa** that here? Oh sh**, my phone! IGH [Verse 1: btyler] Uh! bty, born three days before 1990 Whoda thought I'd grow up writing and end up rhyming? Wanna chill out every night but I just can't stop fighting All the mind-f**ing thoughts that make me wanna stop trying, but f** that, I bust back, you dumb cats can't back up The price tags and handbags, that dumb sh** just stacks up The granddads your fans had would probably crack up At the verses you produce and tell you dicks to get your facts up You don't hear the Finest only stunting in our verses You're only cutting the worstest, we put you f**s up in hearses Memorizing these lines so we're k**ing all the rehearsals And lacing inside (mmm) my greatest spells and curses (damn) So you hear a track once, and instantly become addicted But your friends and fam hate, so your mind becomes conflicted So you try to hate to love the way our music is restricted But the way we are scripted shows how we're just so unpredictable! [Hook: Sweffy Barr] D! F! TBA! (bty!) Sweff-sweffy-sweff-sweffy! Barr! (Sweffy Barr!) That's my name! (December's Finest!) (yo, you write it down this time!?) Yeah, I think I did, actually Oh, hang on a second, though, let me check (betta take the heads off these b**hes, sweff) Oh, I'm pretty sure I will, but, okay Yeh, I did find it, I have it written down All right, here we go [Verse 2: Sweffy Barr] I'm unpredictably lyrical while I'm out here in Harlem I'm so insane in the brain that they tried to lock me in Arkham I just hit up the booth, and proceed with the slaughter Of lame rappers, polite and raw on the beat, like it was their daughters Damn you thought you were fly, but you're caught in my web (you're in my web bro) Sorry, I'm Spider-man, Peter Parking all these b**hes to d**h Words words words, waiting for the punchline you haven't said Feeling like Ice Cube wondering if we are there yet? (are we there yet, seriously?) Gonna start making tracks from all the bullets I sweat And yeh, all the regrets nevertheless become more than a paycheck Realizing that, money doesn't compare to the level of respect While I neglect, while visually waiting, debating on what isn't created Concentrations and patience will be the reason we make it We're rappers, you're actors, the difference is that you fake it So if I didn't tell you, you need a reminder We're the coldest of December, and yes, they call us the Finest [Hook] Hm... Yup! D-F-T-B-A! WHAT?! (okay so now it's time for a cigarette) Do NOT Forget To Be Awesome, people. (chyeh!) Yuh! Sweffy Barr, bty! You guys just witnessed a murder... Yuh! Yuh! Yuh! Sweff! [Beat leads into [[Fusion Dance]]]