(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 bi**h back
You ain’t never ever get you bi**h back
You ain’t never ever get you bi**h back
You ain’t never ever get you bi**h back
You ain’t never ever get you bi**h back
(Verse 1)
Lamborghini doors, but I never stop
They done f**ked around, got a ni**a pissed off
Nice little thot got a stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm
F**k up that body like Tyson or Holyfield, wo wo wo wo wo
A couple of pills and I got my soda filled, wo wo wo wo wo
Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils, wo wo wo wo wo wo
She thinks she the one, but to me she ain’t nothing but a thrill, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
I’ve been dripping like a God with her
I been dodging all the flies what else
I been filling up garages what else
I gave her a French menage 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
Freestyling, 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 bi**h back
You ain’t never ever get you bi**h back
You ain’t never ever get you bi**h back
You ain’t never ever get you bi**h back
You ain’t never ever get you bi**h back
(Verse 2)
F**k up my bi**h by the change
Brought me from trap house to stage
I wanna jump in the air
You know the love ain’t fair
You killing? 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 bi**hes
I’m putting chains on my bi**hes
I’ll pull some chain on the snitches
I’m focused I’m back on my mission
Flex on a ni**a, no apologies
Molly Off-White, done got a league
Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League
35 bi**hes at the Saint Reg
Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the Curry
Pulling up wit Xan, can’t hurt me
Pineapple drink looking syruppy
56 nights, I was dirty
Styrofoam cups serving patients
Heard you been talking bout the kid
Knowing damn well that’s a flagrant, technical
I cancel two bi**hes
I got me some new bi**hes
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 bi**h 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 bi**h back
You ain’t never ever get you bi**h back
You ain’t never ever get you bi**h back
You ain’t never ever get you bi**h back
You ain’t never ever get you bi**h 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 bi**h back
You ain’t never ever get you bi**h back
You ain’t never ever get you bi**h back
You ain’t never ever get you bi**h back
You ain’t never ever get you bi**h back
(Verse 3)
Yeah I’m cruising in the deep
Im 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
Desiigner flooded through the crib
Business furniture for real
I bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a ni**a wig
Charge a half a mil for the gig
Middle fingers up, f**k the pigs
Diamonds falling off me, let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cooking up a brick
Certified ni**a out the six
Who was repping diamonds in the zone
I was charging 10 for the strong
Keep on going in on this song
Keep an F&N at your home
Lesson learned and we moving on
I got Firm ni**as, Al Capone
Got my Chi ni**as on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born
