Round of applause, I let that Drac´
(Ooh, it´s BlueStrip, baby)
Round of applause, I let that Drac´

I hope you got your chin strap and mouthguard, the fields physical

In a new crib with the big yard, I used to wake up and feel miserable
If the money visible, go get it, that´s the principle
Time to do him pitiful, his health bar on critical
World´s dumbest criminal, like, boy, you just an imbecile
I ain´t lie once, guess the songs non-fictional
Bitch broke past repair, she is not fixable
Shooter got a cannon but ain´t never shot visuals
Throwin´ powder up, cuddy doin´ bronze ritual
Only got some neck to offer, this lil´ thot´s typical
Huh, alright, let´s turn it up a notch
Pirellis came with stripper tendencies, they burnin´ up the block
It´s the main tool in my kit, can´t work without my Glock

Made my own wave, you can catch me surfin´ to the top
Should´ve grabbed it while you had the money, verses cost a lot
Cuddy never flipped his tassel, he was learnin´ on the block
Think I´m finna make it, cops still searchin´ for the spot
Ridin´ with them terrorists, they play the turbans off the chops
Over seven hundred horses skrrtin´ off the lot
She deserves it, bought my bitch a Birkin while we shopped
I ain´t never been scared, I´m only nervous ´round the cops
In love with it, before I had it, I was flirtin´ with the guap
Run off with the bag, gon´ shoot his sneaks and turn ´em into socks

In the Wraithy, noided, peekin´ through the curtains with my Glock
Ain´t nothin´ worser than my opps
Twenty years from now, imagine unky servin´ them some rocks
Let a hundred off, you ever felt a furnace when it´s hot?
R.I.P my baby Mauri, we was right off Curtis, tryna plot
Flyin´ to the drank man to purchase me some Wock´
Then I´m flyin´ to the Marathon to purchase me a pop
Dracs goin´  they´d think Certi hit they block
We ain´t harmin´ animals, but it´s a birdie in the pot
It´s some 7:11 on the dot, she slurp me in the top
Shit, fuck, damn, this bitch slurp me out my Crocs

Case dismissed, my attorney off the clock
Ain´t no pen, ain´t no pad, this for surely off the top
Played it like I liked her ´til I got lil´ girly out they drop
Hundred bags foreign, but it ain´t no turkeys at the spot
Christmas time, I was empty-handed
Now I´m past out GIFs with my presi´ dancin´
Bro ain´t even out of town, can catch at the telly trappin´
You ain´t gotta tell me what you doin´, I get helly active
Shit, I´m tryna make it last forever
You a band away, this time to get your stash together
You a bad friend, it´s time to get your mans together

Reachin´ in my bag, I´ma tie your hands together, then cut ´em off
You the type to hate making money, but love to talk
Still ain´t go and drop a whip, like, you must love to walk
Put up the down payment, pussy, I can´t front the sauce
If they see me do it, catch ´em at a bridge jumpin´ off
He just trapped in his mind, ain´t really stuck at all
Put in triple overtime, this really wasn´t luck at all
Throw it up and twist my fingers, then I pray the bucket fall
Stop thinkin´ that I´m nice ´cause I don´t fuck with y´all

And probably never will

SBDSM, two L´s, then a dollar sign, you know?
Hey, hey