Drake Verse

Ya'll ready CEO Trayle holla at em Ay bitch do ya mouth work Do ya soul search Do you take percs Do you really think I need a fuckin' Drake verse Runnin from the police, they ain't even read the plate first One of my homies crossed my homie And it fake hurt Member my mama had dun told me how a snake work Soon as meet a brand new bitch Now she need a purse This nigga been rappin' for 6 months Now he need a verse Shit stress me out smoke 6 blunts Bitch think I'm needing her I had stop fuckin with my day one That shit didn't even hurt How you let the chains and the money change you They already think I changed So when they hate it seem true This shit get crazy day by day But from me to you Fuck a nigga feelings and a bitch too Whatever you do, do to the fullest Act like the rent due Go and get some money Watch the bitch double back that spint you You make a hit your homie feel like it's his hit too Sometimes I wonder why I need these drugs to get through Sometimes I wonder if it was the Lord that sent you Or did the Devil send ya Soon as a nigga can't help his friend A nigga go in-friend ya We already know that nigga gay for real he still Tabinya You could be talking slow And they still gone say can't comprehend ya His mama and daddy preachers He a gangsta He a big pretender Came from a happy home One of them colleges to send ya I ain't never fuck her kus she had that mileage I remember You let that nigga fuck My face show pure disgust How many years it took me to get to the front of the bus These niggas broke but get on IG Say they running it up Ain't no hope for none of these bitches Said we met in the club She say if I buy her Gucci, Louis I'm showing love Priorities all outta wack Put the outta order sign on her DJ Drama Bitch do ya mouth work Do ya soul search Do you take percs Do you really think I You niggas can't be serious Stop it Ay Trayle You giving life lessons and putting Bitches in they place at the same time What's better than that Legendary