Micro Drake (feat. FattMack)

Aye, I keep takin’ these drugs, I’m not okay

And if I send you my pin, do not come late

You better come right then or you might get faded

****, my best friend is a micro Drac’

And I been gettin’ high since like ninth grade

Supreme on Forces, I might go Bape

**** will act like they love you, whole time they be hatin’

Every time you come around, know I’m peepin’ your trace

**** be bitches, that’s why I ain’t with them

A **** will shoot somethin’ for you, then turn round and kill you

You go in the ground by yourself, no matter who with you

I put a button on the back, turn the Glock to a whistle

Fuck everything else, I just need my little one

A brand new blackout in a 10 mil

Catch one, baseline

360 windmill

Walk down like a car ride, put some shit on this windshield

Yeah, you did me bad but I’m still here

I’m high as hell. I’m poppin’ the fake and the real pill

Yeah, I was bad as hell back in school, I ain’t pass it

I brought all the Percs on the field trip

I beat up the cat from the back, she got ripped grib

Police they put me on papers, I stayed still

Switch on the Glock and got dropped with a Kel-Tec

I heard you broke as a bitch, I get real check

Bitch you did me five with a ref fack

Wherever he play, that’s wherever he left at. Bro see a opp and go Curry, step back

I wonder why you ain’t keepin’ shit real?

Uh, I don’t know why I won’t put down these pills

Me and bro we just threw back a Tyreek Hill

And that **** know he gonna die when I see him

My twin movin’ pounds, he don’t go to the gym

Fuck a play, I’ma dunk put my arm in the rim

Yeah, I’m at my show with your ho on the ‘Gram

Yeah, designer clothes, spend a whole lot of thousands

It’s a whole lot of poles and a whole lot of rounds

Broke **** say he gon’ kill me, I doubt it

Every **** play with my gang got shot up

You gonna die if you talk where the cops at

I don’t trust none of you hoes ‘cause they not

shit. And I keep takin’ these drugs, I’m not okay

And if I send you my pin, do not come late You better come right then or you might get faded

****, my best friend is a micro Drac’

And I been gettin’ high since like ninth grade

Supreme on Forces, I might go Bape

**** will act like they love you, whole time they be hatin’

Every time you come around, know I’m peepin’ your trace

**** be bitches, that’s why I ain’t with them

A **** will shoot somethin’ for you, then turn round and kill you

You go in the ground by yourself, no matter who with you

I put a button on the back, turn the Glock to a whistle

Fuck everything else, I just need my little one

A brand new blackout in a 10 mil

Catch one, baseline

360 windmill

Walk down like a car ride, put some shit on this windshield