Draco lyrics

[Intro]

You better not raise your voice at me

You know I got a pimp degree

Pluto

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 1]

Lamborghini doors when I lift off

They done fucked around, got a nigga pissed off

Nice little thot got a stiff arm

Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm

Fuck alll that biting like Tyson or Holyfield

Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

A couple of pills and I got my soda filled

Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils

Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa

She thinks she the one but to me she ain't nothing but a thrill

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

I've been drippin' like a God, what else?

I been dodgin' all the flies, what else?

I been fillin' up garages, what else?

I gave her a French ménage, what else?

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 sentimental

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

Fuck up my bitch by the change

Want me to 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'll pull some chain on the snitches

I'm focused, I'm back on my mission

Flex on a nigga, no apologies

Molly Off-White done got to me

Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League

35 bitches at the St. Reg

Fall back shooter like KD

Back in the kitchen with the Curry

Pullin' up wit Xan, can't hurt me

Pineapple drink lookin' syrupy

56 nights, I was dirty

Styrofoam cups servin' patients

Heard you been talkin' bout the kid

Knowin' damn well that’s a flagrant (technical)

I cancel two bitches

I got me some new bitches

Come check out how I’m living

I got me some new drippy

I got me some new drip!

She ain't got nothing to do with it

I'll give my bitch to you

If that what she mean to you

[Chorus]

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

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

[Verse 3]

Yeah I'm cruisin' in the deep

I'm twisted up, I got geeked

Misbehaving with ya freak

Can't tell she got teeth

I was in her mouth like veneers

Stop comparing my career

Designer flooded through the crib

Business furniture for real

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 me, let me jig

Never falling off and never quit

I retired cookin' up a brick

Certified nigga out the six

Who was wrapping dummies 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