Fantasy Draft
Uhh
Drinking all this Henny i need water Baby it's up and stuck
You think you could fuck with ah Nigga who just got his money up
Look, YEAH
Summer time fine short shorts
With her ass out, yea yea
Baby just put on that top
With the back out
Baby said pull up and come
Blow her back out
Just parked the V up
I'm pulling it back out
Cuzz I'm tryna smash now
Upped it on steak and lobster
I feel like a cash cow
Nigga just pulling his socks up
Got breesh and putting my stocks up
Yo bitch left spit on my boxers
I'm like the pepper in pasta
This ain't no regular rasta
Fantasy drafted all of my
Niggaz is shooters
Coach is just checking the roster
Baby its up and stucc
You think you could fucc with ah
Nigga who just got his money up
Staccn it makin it double up
Jumping in just like its double dutch
Only smoke fonto you cant
Smoke no dutch with us
I pour my henny in double cups
I just hit Velly for fetti
You know that these niggaz
Cant fucc with us
But they bitches in love with us
But I'm still focused on
Getting my money up, uh
Please dont make no mistakes
This summa Its to hot
Niggaz get hit in they whip
Like they Biggie and Tupac
And if that pussy sweet
Then I'm probably gon
Sip on the juice box uh
Pass me the pool sticc
I'm feeling like Staccz now hot hand
Brav lost the pacc but he
Gettin it back now
Came in the spot
With 2 hunnid Now
We got bands, like god damn
Tell the devil I'm a nigga
You cannot jam
Especially when I'm locked in
Got a bad bitch with a
Grip in her stoccings
And you know that she top 10
Tell them niggaz i am not them
And I can't get pulled
In this whip I got a glocc 10
Summer time fine short shorts
With her ass out, yea yea
Baby just put on that top
With the bacc out
Baby said pull up and come
Blow her bacc out
Just parked the V up
I'm pulling it back out
Cuzz I'm tryna smash now
Upped it on steak and lobster
I feel like a cash cow
Nigga just pulling his soccs up
Got breesh and putting my stoccs up
Yo bitch left spit on my boxers
I'm like the pepper in pasta
This ain't no regular rasta
Fantasy drafted all of my
Niggaz is shooters
Coach is just checcn the roster
We working on numbers
Consistent with come ups
You know that we
Taking the summer
I came from the gutter
These hoes wanna fuck us
But you know I never
Would trust em
It's either you gang gang
Or on different sides
It's really one or the other
Man I'm talking
Way back didn't see it
Seen shit from all sides
Like a trucker
I could be even
By beating the odds
Bitch try your luck ima
Send you to God
Off a vacay now
It's back to the Job
Got me a plate just
So I couldn't starve
Back on the block I was getting it off
I hit yo bitch and she taking it off
Chicken Alfredo
They here for the Sauce
I double back and
I gained what I lost
Just know it's expensive
Becoming a boss
Balance your wins
And manage your losses
Shit For a check
I get em aired nigga
And we ain't talking bout forces
Ain't gotta force it
Pull up in Porsches
Shane for the Benz
The money proportioned
Fucking all week
My dic is exhausted
Bad yellow bitch
On the tape no caution
Summer time fine short shorts
With her ass out, yea yea
Baby just put on that top
With the back out
Baby said pull up and come
Blow her back out
Just parked the V up
I'm pulling it back out
Cuzz I'm tryna smash now
Upped it on steak and lobster
I feel like a cash cow
Nigga just pulling his socks up
Got breesh and putting my stocks up
Yo bitch left spit on my boxers
I'm like the pepper in pasta
This ain't no regular rasta
Fantasy drafted all of my
Niggaz is shooters
Coach is just checking the roster
Drinking all this Henny i need water Baby it's up and stuck
You think you could fuck with ah Nigga who just got his money up
Look, YEAH
Summer time fine short shorts
With her ass out, yea yea
Baby just put on that top
With the back out
Baby said pull up and come
Blow her back out
Just parked the V up
I'm pulling it back out
Cuzz I'm tryna smash now
Upped it on steak and lobster
I feel like a cash cow
Nigga just pulling his socks up
Got breesh and putting my stocks up
Yo bitch left spit on my boxers
I'm like the pepper in pasta
This ain't no regular rasta
Fantasy drafted all of my
Niggaz is shooters
Coach is just checking the roster
Baby its up and stucc
You think you could fucc with ah
Nigga who just got his money up
Staccn it makin it double up
Jumping in just like its double dutch
Only smoke fonto you cant
Smoke no dutch with us
I pour my henny in double cups
I just hit Velly for fetti
You know that these niggaz
Cant fucc with us
But they bitches in love with us
But I'm still focused on
Getting my money up, uh
Please dont make no mistakes
This summa Its to hot
Niggaz get hit in they whip
Like they Biggie and Tupac
And if that pussy sweet
Then I'm probably gon
Sip on the juice box uh
Pass me the pool sticc
I'm feeling like Staccz now hot hand
Brav lost the pacc but he
Gettin it back now
Came in the spot
With 2 hunnid Now
We got bands, like god damn
Tell the devil I'm a nigga
You cannot jam
Especially when I'm locked in
Got a bad bitch with a
Grip in her stoccings
And you know that she top 10
Tell them niggaz i am not them
And I can't get pulled
In this whip I got a glocc 10
Summer time fine short shorts
With her ass out, yea yea
Baby just put on that top
With the bacc out
Baby said pull up and come
Blow her bacc out
Just parked the V up
I'm pulling it back out
Cuzz I'm tryna smash now
Upped it on steak and lobster
I feel like a cash cow
Nigga just pulling his soccs up
Got breesh and putting my stoccs up
Yo bitch left spit on my boxers
I'm like the pepper in pasta
This ain't no regular rasta
Fantasy drafted all of my
Niggaz is shooters
Coach is just checcn the roster
We working on numbers
Consistent with come ups
You know that we
Taking the summer
I came from the gutter
These hoes wanna fuck us
But you know I never
Would trust em
It's either you gang gang
Or on different sides
It's really one or the other
Man I'm talking
Way back didn't see it
Seen shit from all sides
Like a trucker
I could be even
By beating the odds
Bitch try your luck ima
Send you to God
Off a vacay now
It's back to the Job
Got me a plate just
So I couldn't starve
Back on the block I was getting it off
I hit yo bitch and she taking it off
Chicken Alfredo
They here for the Sauce
I double back and
I gained what I lost
Just know it's expensive
Becoming a boss
Balance your wins
And manage your losses
Shit For a check
I get em aired nigga
And we ain't talking bout forces
Ain't gotta force it
Pull up in Porsches
Shane for the Benz
The money proportioned
Fucking all week
My dic is exhausted
Bad yellow bitch
On the tape no caution
Summer time fine short shorts
With her ass out, yea yea
Baby just put on that top
With the back out
Baby said pull up and come
Blow her back out
Just parked the V up
I'm pulling it back out
Cuzz I'm tryna smash now
Upped it on steak and lobster
I feel like a cash cow
Nigga just pulling his socks up
Got breesh and putting my stocks up
Yo bitch left spit on my boxers
I'm like the pepper in pasta
This ain't no regular rasta
Fantasy drafted all of my
Niggaz is shooters
Coach is just checking the roster
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Writer(s): Michael Fraser Jr
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