Draco
You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree
Pluto
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 b**ch back
You ain’t never ever get you b**ch back
You ain’t never ever get you b**ch back
You ain’t never ever get you b**ch back
You ain’t never ever get you b**ch back
Lamborgini doors but I never stop
f**k around got a nigga p**sed off
Nice little thot got stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm
f**k up that body like Tyson or Holyfield wo wo wo wo wo
A Couple of pills and I got my soda filled wo wo wo wo wo
Break out a sweat I go head over heels for these meals wo wo wo wo wo wo
She thinks she the one but to me she ain’t nothing but a thrill wo wo wo wo wo
Ive been drippin like a god with her
I been dodging all the fly what else
I been fillin up garages what else
I gave her a French monage what else
Close your eyes eyes eyes
Im 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 sentimental
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 b**ch back
You ain’t never ever get you b**ch back
You ain’t never ever get you b**ch back
You ain’t never ever get you b**ch back
You ain’t never ever get you b**ch back
f**k up my b**ch by the change
Brought me from trap house to 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 b**ches
Im putting chains on my b**ches
Ill put some chain on some snitches
Im focused im back on my mission
Flex on a nigga no apologies
Matter how white done gotta me
Playing hockey with the ice in the major league
Thirty five b**ches at the Saint Reg
Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the curry
Pourin up zan can’t hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin syruppy
Fifty six night I was 30
Stirofoam cups and patient
Heard you been talkin bout the kid
Knowing damn well that’s a flagrant
I cancel two b**ches
I got me some new b**ches
Come check out how I’m living
I got me some new drippin
I got me some new dripp
Ain’t got nothing to do with it
Ill give my b**ch to you
If that what she mean to you
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 b**ch back
You ain’t never ever get you b**ch back
You ain’t never ever get you b**ch back
You ain’t never ever get you b**ch back
You ain’t never ever get you b**ch back
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 b**ch back
You ain’t never ever get you b**ch back
You ain’t never ever get you b**ch back
You ain’t never ever get you b**ch back
You ain’t never ever get you b**ch back
Yeah I cruising in the deep
Im twisted up I got geek
Misbehaving with ya freak
Can’t tell she got teeth
I was in her mouth like veneers
Start comparing my career
Cause I was flooding 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 mill for the gig
Middle fingers up f**k the pig
Diamonds fallin off my let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin up a brick
Certified nigga hot to six
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
