Drew Cloudy

If you don't know me don't worry about me then yo
Cause you don't need to know
Cause you ain't woke man, you sleep

Back again like I never left
Drew in his bag, I would've never guessed
Man fuck a bag I'm in the treasure chest
Always washed up but I never rest
Play 82 like 23
In The Garden always where the money be
Have you count it up right in front of me
Niggas laughing but ain't shit funny B
The whip appeal got you sick for real
Still major only in a different field
The fitted's ill plus it fits the bill
Keep a 16 always in the hip concealed
Wanna pop shit then pop off
We could run it up, you get dropped off
Flash your belt but it's a knock off
Give that shit back to your pops dog
I'll take a year off, maybe four or five
The Tropics got me immortalized
If I do the crime know it's organized
Take your jewels from you, no force applied
Wipe that look off of your dumb face
Niggas say they shoot but they pump fake
Niggas say they tough but they cup cakes
I'm back to work like it's Monday
I run laps around these rappers
They don't rap tho they just actors
Talking fractions but don't factor
Gotta add it up and do the math bruh
No ghost bars but it's probably haunted
This that fire shit that everybody wanted
"Drew you got a verse?" Nigga get the hurst
Took this Linkz beat and caught a body on it

Yea
Slap everybody



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Writer(s): Linkz Boogz
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