Lyrics:
(Go)
Wanna make money
Always fucking bitches at the show (Shows)
You a fake now
Sipping lean with Drake now (Drake)
Hidden fucking corpses in
hole-in-one you're barely
Hitting double bogey
Caught a fade on this shit
I'm shooting like Kobe I'm Drake on this
Beat I deserve a fucking trophy
You probably
beat scissors, you don't make the cut
Just like Drake, I'm so nice for what?
They know I pop off don't keep me on hush
They trippin' on me
Rest In Peace
got your nuts cut off so you really can't hang, bro
Pray to God you're not struck in the street by Dodge Durango
cll of these people I meet are so damn
keep a lil drake in the whip
With the stars in the rafe
When I pull up to Chase (Ha)
Look
Aye
Ha
Hit the whip Silento
Stack it and pile some more
Damn
(MC retard)
Ay
Drake's a creepy nonce that's unusual
He takes it up the ass homosexual
Bitches give me lumps on my testicles
my testicles uh
I saw
How you sliding?
Glocks, drakes and choppas in the whip (up in the whip)
Run in his crib and rearrange this nigga shit (his whole shit)
We aint
no perc to go on drills that shit is in me
Y'all must ain't heard of cleanup crew
You wan talking like you hard when you got yo stick took by luh duke
car crashes
And you might've cruised through
A Philly Freeway
But right now your in Los Angeles
And you caught up in traffic
You can't be calling out
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
you tryin'
If we get caught up, don't be cryin'
What happened to the little vacuum cleaner I had
I got pills on the mat, no Ryan
Say my own day, one's
with
Bottles lined up on the table take me thru a full shift
Had you in the studio to spread yo legs a full split
Distancing on socials cus I don't fuck
the opps, they up in the sky
Check the scoreboard we up 6, we sponsored by Bron
Beat a nigga ass and stick em up like a shishkabob
Bucks in my pocket yeah I’m
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
Now I'm known by the masses
'Cause I've grown to make them smashes
On this journey, did many back flips
To get your attention, now that I caught it
in your bed
'Cause we try to turn around but we can't stop it now
Our hearts got caught in the middle, caught in the middle of love
You're stuck on my
These niggas hating, I'm waiting. I got horns on my head. You would think I was Satan
I ain't with the pump faking. When I up the Drake, watch this bitch
just like a lake
I said, "Let me get you a drink or something"
She really thinking that I'm Drake or some
She really thinking that I'm Drake or some
She
you get hit with da drake
Nuthing but real niggas all In my face
Quick to pop off I Advise you dont play
Im on dat gas today
Im in my bag today
I
you
But I'm fine
I can't feel the cold
I don't think I am alive
I caught the rhythm
I caught the harmony
I caught the rhythm
I caught the harmony
I
'bout when Drake featured
Lil' baby, meanin' all my women
Wrestled up while we tussling
Got the back scratchers in the picture
Type of shit where we both
Armadale, nigga stinky stink
Top, down, my cash is up
Gold chain, I don't give a fuck
Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma
That's right, you in luck ma
ain't there it'll be a cryin' pity, but somethin' 'bout you's too damn pretty!"
Yeah, they got a caught up in the moment, couldn't help themselves
you..
Girl you got Dat cake cake cake cake cake
Let me slice dat piece a cake cake cake cake cake
Sing to you bitch I’m drake drake drake drake drake
Lil
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