Draco

Yeah, Pluto You better not raise your voice at me You know I got a pimp degree Yeah, Pluto Draco season with the bookbag Rat-tat got a little kickback Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back Lamborghini doors, but I never stop Fuck around got a nigga pissed off Nice little thot got stiff arm Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (you know) A couple of pills and I got my soda filled Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (you know) Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these meals Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (you know) She thinks she the one, but to me she ain't nothing but a thrill Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (you know) I've been drippin' like a god, what else? I been dodgin' all the flage, what else? I been fillin' up garages, what else? I gave her her first ménage, what else? Uh, close your eyes, eyes, eyes I'm about to slide, slide, slide Wonder why, why, why I stay in the sky, sky, sky Pink Molly, let me dance with her Freestylin', let me dance with her Sky Dweller, it was sentimental Rose gold, it was cinnamon Draco season with the bookbag Rat-tat, got a little kick back Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back Fuck up my bitch by the change Want me to jump out the stage (jump out the stage) I wanna jump in the air You know the love ain't fair You killin' then show us the proof I already got the juice Chain different colors like fruits I like to hang out the roof I got to train my bitches I'm putting chains on my bitches (I'm putting chains on 'em) I'll pull some chain on the snitches (I'll pull some chain on the snitches) I'm focused I'm back on my mission (yeah) Flex on a nigga, no apologies (flex on 'em) Molly off-white, done got to me (Flex on 'em) Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League (yeah) 35 bitches at the St. Reg (yeah) Fall back shooter like KD Back in the kitchen with the curry (curry) Pullin' up with Xan', can't hurt me (hurt me) Pineapple drink lookin' syrupy (syrupy) 56 nights, I was dirty (56) Styrofoam cups servin' patients (woo) Heard you been talkin' 'bout the kid (kid) Knowin' damn well that's a flagrant (technical) I cancel two bitches (cancel 'em) I got me some new bitches (got 'em, got 'em) Come check out how I'm living (check out how I'm living) I got me some new jewelry (I got me some new jewelry) I got me some new drip (got me some new drip) Ain't got nothing to do with it (ain't got nothing to do with it) I'll give my bitch to you (I'll give my bitch to you) If that what she mean to you (if that what she mean) Draco season with the bookbag Rat-tat got a little kickback Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back Draco season with the bookbag Rat-tat got a little kickback Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back Yacht cruisin' in the deep I'm twisted up I got geeked Misbehaving with your freak Can't tell she got teeth I was in her mouth like veneers Start comparing my career Designer flooded through the crib Business furniture for real I bought a Fendi couch for my kids They just want to plug a nigga wig Charge a half a mil' for the gig Middle fingers up fuck the pigs Diamonds fallin' off my let me jig Never falling off and never quit I retired cookin' up a brick Certified nigga out the 6 Who was rapping diamonds in the zone I was chargin' 10 for the strong Keep on goin' in on this song Keep an F&N at your home Lesson learned and we moving on I got firm niggas, Al Capone Got my Chi niggas on the horn Downtown Atlanta I was born