Bo Jackson

Draco hit his head, stuff the hunnids in a file cabinet
Young and on the run
With a warrant that was outstanding
He went to jail and bailed out
They locked him up for malpractice
He was pitching weight
Running plays like he Bo Jackson

I just made ten racks
For all that cap and all that hate you givin
Making M's out of yo L's
That's that shit that make you different
Kanye mixed with Jigga and that Timbo
Bitch I came up with it
I'm ready to die
I said that shit like I came up with it
Hol up, lemme change up with it
I've been sending shots
Like I'm Bron Bron on the Lakers with it
Told you I ain't playin with it
Told you we could gang up with it
Flag up on yo waist, get sent to God
Now you can hang up with it
Go and get yo money, bro just stay committed
Don't send no congratulations
If you sendin fake love with it
Understand, the money and the hoes you get
That hate come with it
I've been thinking of buying a AR 15
And just spraying them with it
Uh, I can still see shadows in my room
Bitch I done stayed up with it,
Put this album out and got my cake up with it
Told you I ain't playin with it
Now I'm finna lay up with it
This don't come with souvenirs
Niggas better pray up with it, ah