[Verse 1: Draft Day] Told her, "Don't wait for me" Your time is up, better save it, please I just ran up me a eighty piece (Ayy) She on her knees suckin' dick like she pray to me Doggin' that bitch 'til her face full of Maybelline In my cup, maybe it's lean, we don't do no green Left wrist on Billie Jean, Billie Jean, Billie Jean Draft Day, he poppin', no, Sante ain't stoppin' He need all his profits, some say that he cocky I know that he got it, he flew a bitch out from the tropics Exotic, I'm smokin', Supreme, had to box it 458 'Rari take off like rockets Wide body kit like Buffie the Body
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty] All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty (Woo) My Mexican bitch treat me like Liberace (Yeah) I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger (Hey) My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger I look up to Mom and Mom only I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony's My bitches give love, but I'm still feelin' lonely My heart got a space the same size as a condo No money can fill it, I'm hot as a skillet (Hot) These rappers two-faced so bad, I could peel it And see they true colors, I cut every finger for all of my brothers I'll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers Head first in the gutter (Yeah) If it's for the guap, fettucine Might cop a new truck, cream like alfredo linguini These new niggas weenies The year is '06 with my black Bapesta beanie She rub on my gold like there might be a genie I can't take a bad dressin' bitch to my mama I might take the bitch from the hood to Bahamas Show her 'bout the world, this bitch here ain't even my girl (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Draft Day & Lil Yachty] I pass the bitch off, let the homie go handle it (Yeah) Big pointer stones 'round my neck light the room like a candle lit (Boom) Don't get too close, 7.62's knock off your shoulder, dismantle it Masked up, no Rip Hamilton (Yeah, brrt), you niggas squares like Carlton I'm in Bel-Air (Yeah) posted at Nobu, inside the whip, orange like Goku Lil' boy, I done told you, I been hit the ho, that's old news These niggas be cappin', no Pro Tools Twenty-two, bitch, and I look like a mogul (Yeah) Got more money than your whole family tree (Yeah, yeah) Double that shit, and you still won't reach me (Bitch) You in the nosebleeds, I sit in floor seats Right where the coach at, but you can't coach me Draft Day been on that, sound like Kobe Please name a nigga who really can stop me (On God)
[Verse 4: Lil Yachty] Can't no one stop you, you next like the runner-up Niggas big flexin', they bitch, I'ma look her up Hook her up, dick her down Got a new stick, nine-mil' bullets, send thirty rounds Ready to hunt a clown (Brrt) I been that nigga since, uh, I can't remember Since when? Wintertime and I remembered December Wore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender My bitch was on set lookin' mighty tender (Woo) So fuck what they talkin' 'bout, tell 'em to watch they mouth 'Fore I get outta body (Yeah), and I knock 'em out I bought twelve different whips like it's nothin' new I keep blicks on the hip like they stuck with glue I drop bombs on a bitch, I'm not DJ Clue (Boom) My niggas bangin' red, it's the way of life (Brrt) We buyin' guns like it's illegal owning knifes Fuckin' my Asian, she makin' me jasmine rice (Go) I took a whole lotta slander from fuck niggas, broke niggas Fuck all of that, I'm the prototype Grabbin' the wheel, I give a fuck (Skrrt) Nigga want smoke, I hope that it's up Aimin' the stick at the square like the game with the duck Nigga gon' knuck if you buck (Brr) I got like ten different watches I never wear My Louis mono, not no Damier (Yeah) At the penthouse with three different concierge (Yeah) I know all of my haters cannot compare (Yeah, 'pare, 'pare)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
