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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Draft Day
Draft Day
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Justin Daniels
Justin Daniels
Komponist:in
Dashawn Jackson
Dashawn Jackson
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Childboy
Childboy
Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Intro]
If you're near a convenience store right now, any type of twenty-four-hour store
Go into the store right now and put your hand in the cash register for no reason
Their money is your money as of right now
Yeah, huh, huh
[Chorus]
I got 'em turnt, they done woke up a beast
V12 machine, yeah, it's blood in my seats
Draped in the leaks and I'm throwin' up Crete
I cracked the code, I ain't needin' no cheats
Ain't on my level, these **** beneath
I push the pedal, that bitch got a wing
**** don't stand up on business, they cap for the image, he fakin', gon' let him Beijing
[Verse 1]
Double-dutch tennis chain, that's on my body while fuckin' a thotty, she say she done came
I'm a real boss, man, you not the same
Put on that chrome for the war in the rain
Call up some pussy, I love when it's pink
She say that she love me, I really love drink
I really love money, it ain't no mistake
A5 cut when I go steak
It's her loss, ain't gon' spin 'bout you
Let off twenty-one shots out that motherfuckin' Drac'
I'm in the stu' like what is a break?
Go hard in the paint and I'm only a rookie
I move like a vet, I'm becomin' a threat
I need all my respect, gon' collect like a bookie
My hundreds, I took it
Margiela, Marni, my bitch want some Pucci, she ride me, Suzuki
OVO vibes, this shit gettin' spooky
I got a 'fit and a new jack, Pookie
The way I seduce her, she don't wanna lose me
I'm too damn groovy, my life is a movie
Out in New Orleans, I'm dressin' like Juvie
Diamonds, they hit off my mouth, no rubies
[Chorus]
I got 'em turnt, they done woke up a beast
V12 machine, yeah, it's blood in my seats
Draped in the leaks and I'm throwin' up Crete
I cracked the code, I ain't needin' no cheats
Ain't on my level, these **** beneath
I push the pedal, that bitch got a wing
**** don't stand up on business, they cap for the image, he fakin', gon' let him Beijing
[Verse 2]
Pull up, I'm huggin' the curb with the gang
Concrete diamonds on all of our chains
Ready to psych out, I been lost my brain
I can't feel the pain, it's hard to explain
Gettin' this pape' from Atlanta to Spain
I'm so lit, I don't need me a flame
Mud in his eyes, I'm in my own domain
They see that I'm poppin', they hop on the train
That clip or the plane
Flight attendants tryna serve me champagne
True to the game, she fuckin' that ****, he probably a lame
You chasin' that clout, no, we ain't the same, on God
[Chorus]
I got 'em turnt, they done woke up a beast
V12 machine, yeah, it's blood in my seats
Draped in the leaks and I'm throwin' up Crete
I cracked the code, I ain't needin' no cheats
Ain't on my level, these **** beneath
I push the pedal, that bitch got a wing
**** don't stand up on business, they cap for the image, he fakin', gon' let him Beijing
Written by: Dashawn Jackson, Justin Daniels
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