Draco - phasewave

Stars in the roof, yeah I'm dreaming I'm tryna fight off my demons We going all out for these bands And we blowing cash for no reason My niggas we came out the cement And now I got racks all in these pants And we turning up on the weekends They only believe what they seeing All of these niggas be sinking I hate when shawty overthinking Not a hero shawty, I ain't winking I ain't looking for clout I ain't reaching Only the truth, what I'm speaking They know my words is true Don't gotta tell me its my time cause its overdue It's young Draco Making all these hits in a row Rocking designer clothes Got Gucci on my toes Be riding around in that Rolls Be fucking all these damn hoes Young Draco who they chose Got water on me, feel anemic Never thought I'd be shopping at Neiman's I was going all in the deep end Fucking yo bitch on the weekend Drip everyday, don't depend I drip like a leak These niggas they wanna be me Got Yeezy on my feet I count up the cheese Stars in the roof, yeah I'm dreaming I'm tryna fight off my demons We going all out for these bands And we blowing cash for no reason My niggas we came out the cement And now I got racks all in these pants And we turning up on the weekends They only believe what they seeing All of these niggas be sinking I hate when shawty overthinking Not a hero shawty, I ain't winking I ain't looking for clout I ain't reaching Only the truth, what I'm speaking They know my words is true Don't gotta tell me its my time cause its overdue Its overdue Baby, I'm over you I put designer on my shoes Dripping, Jimmy Choo's She said she love me what's the meaning I blame myself, cause I let you dive off the deep end Yeah I got these hoes steady leeching Yeah niggas tryna be me These niggas be reaching She in my head I was dreaming Gotta get it out my head And all my friends be dead Fuck 12, fuck the feds Yo bitch gonna give me head I put the dick straight in her neck They on my dick, they like how I flex Texting my phone, I leave her on read Don't gotta tell me its my time cause its overdue Stars in the roof, yeah I'm dreaming I'm tryna fight off my demons We going all out for these bands And we blowing cash for no reason My niggas we came out the cement And now I got racks all in these pants And we turning up on the weekends They only believe what they seeing All of these niggas be sinking I hate when shawty overthinking Not a hero shawty, I ain't winking I ain't looking for clout I ain't reaching Only the truth, what I'm speaking They know my words is true Don't gotta tell me its my time cause its overdue

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