Drake Shit

I Aint Gone Front

I Feel Like My Son Drake

(Man, yeah)

Drake Shit

Shout out to the 6

6 Fuccin Genah

V-Y-P-K

Velli Juice In My cup When I Wrote This

(Well Alright) (Uhhhh)

BlackCard (Flossy) Suave

(Uhhhh)

I'm not gonna be here for a long time

Not arguing wit you cats

My **** on dog time

I'm the type that bring the woman of Ya dreams

Pop the Champss As She Screams

Then Fucc Her On the Shoreline

I'm drinking yola water but I be

Off velli juice more time

(Miss you my ****)

And my bitch want her body done

And wit ya girl we had a lotta funnnnn

And I'm only spitting bars but

These Rappers run like a gotta gun

And in this world full Of actors

I don't know why they acting like I'm not the one

I'm Robin's Son but I ain't jaccie

You need 10 legs just to overlap me

Calla just like pappy mason

Smell a op in the blunt I'm facing

I was rushing but now I'm patient

Just to see the look on all they faces

When I hop up out that spaceship

I can't feel my face I'm smoking Face lift

I'm at a point in my life I don't want her if she basic

And that's the truth cuz she gotta face it

Cuz its a full time job keeping

These women of different skin segregated

I hold my bitch close but I hold her even

Closer When her legs is separated

(Come here)

When I'm in the streets A **** feel the hatred

So I fill the 40, The lemon squeeze like lemonade so get up off me

Had to stab a **** just to get em off me

Smoking lemon pepper when I'm feeling salty

Might tell ya bitch to succ it off me

She gotta know that this shit is flossy

When I'm at the game I'm on the floor seats

Thinking about the front row of ya funeral

The day you cross me

I done felt love and hate at the same time

Life short so please don't waste time

And roll wit a lot of shooters so

(You Know)

I'll get you dunked on from baseline

I'm just being honest we throw it up

Like we gotta vomit

(Cloccs)

I'm just being honest

Throw it up like we gotta vomit