We Go Up Freestyle
P.I.M.P
Slap you
I meant that
Slickback hoes with the wet back
Not talking Mexican when I said that
My bars got signal go and ping that
Put ya shot glass up we gon clink that
Me and Raw Spitter still in the Brinks truck we lean back
If you got the big bucks and you hung we gon wink back
You niggas in trouble
You niggas be stunting no double
Triple doubling on niggas
Catch up can't stop the score need a timeout call ya huddle
Come up with a plan so you can stop spitting that rubble
You are polluting air I stay in my bubble
Don't wanna be on the same planet as you leave me alone
I dip out and leave in my shuttle
Tell them loose hoes go and get tight
When I walk in lean up better sit right
Ima go up
Better catch flight
You scared to take chances ima take mine
Ima do everything that I said I'm gonna do
Write it down take a picture whatever you wanna do
A lot of showings but I am the one that they wanna view
Draco The God is not the one of you
Who
It's me
I'm up now gone and rest
Silly rappers can't contest
Trix are for kids pack ya shit to the left
I got the moves and they watching watching
I'm shooting out like a rocket rocket
I see the future no psychic psychic
I am the God I'm the prophet prophet
Open up I'm knocking down all ya doors
It's a sweep cleaning up all the floors
They call me Coach Draco making plays on the board
They do what I say so I'm the one they adore
When it come to you we a little bored
Catch me downtown on the top floor
Or see me outside rolling down smoking choking down a pound in my four door
I call they ass Stevie
Why
Cuz niggas can't see me
Call me the letter A
Why
Cuz niggas can't be me
Name ain't Scotty but I need you to beam me beam me
She said I'm cute squeeze me squeeze me
Head to the back of the plane until we land you gotta clean me clean me
Let that sink in remodeling
Don't spit it out gone and swallow it
If that ass fat ima follow it
Fuck ya feelings hoe gone and bottle it
Fuck wrong with you I am the don dadda
Show you how to do it like I am ya father
I am the God bitch you are under me
You right there is one and it won't be another
They said I'm too late to enter the competition
Looked all around it ain't really no competition
Ima say this line Nic then ima give it back
Niggas is my sons bring out the similac
Open up I'm knocking down all ya doors
It's a sweep cleaning up all the floors
They call me Coach Draco making plays on the board
They do what I say so I'm the one they adore
Slap you
I meant that
Slickback hoes with the wet back
Not talking Mexican when I said that
My bars got signal go and ping that
Put ya shot glass up we gon clink that
Me and Raw Spitter still in the Brinks truck we lean back
If you got the big bucks and you hung we gon wink back
You niggas in trouble
You niggas be stunting no double
Triple doubling on niggas
Catch up can't stop the score need a timeout call ya huddle
Come up with a plan so you can stop spitting that rubble
You are polluting air I stay in my bubble
Don't wanna be on the same planet as you leave me alone
I dip out and leave in my shuttle
Tell them loose hoes go and get tight
When I walk in lean up better sit right
Ima go up
Better catch flight
You scared to take chances ima take mine
Ima do everything that I said I'm gonna do
Write it down take a picture whatever you wanna do
A lot of showings but I am the one that they wanna view
Draco The God is not the one of you
Who
It's me
I'm up now gone and rest
Silly rappers can't contest
Trix are for kids pack ya shit to the left
I got the moves and they watching watching
I'm shooting out like a rocket rocket
I see the future no psychic psychic
I am the God I'm the prophet prophet
Open up I'm knocking down all ya doors
It's a sweep cleaning up all the floors
They call me Coach Draco making plays on the board
They do what I say so I'm the one they adore
When it come to you we a little bored
Catch me downtown on the top floor
Or see me outside rolling down smoking choking down a pound in my four door
I call they ass Stevie
Why
Cuz niggas can't see me
Call me the letter A
Why
Cuz niggas can't be me
Name ain't Scotty but I need you to beam me beam me
She said I'm cute squeeze me squeeze me
Head to the back of the plane until we land you gotta clean me clean me
Let that sink in remodeling
Don't spit it out gone and swallow it
If that ass fat ima follow it
Fuck ya feelings hoe gone and bottle it
Fuck wrong with you I am the don dadda
Show you how to do it like I am ya father
I am the God bitch you are under me
You right there is one and it won't be another
They said I'm too late to enter the competition
Looked all around it ain't really no competition
Ima say this line Nic then ima give it back
Niggas is my sons bring out the similac
Open up I'm knocking down all ya doors
It's a sweep cleaning up all the floors
They call me Coach Draco making plays on the board
They do what I say so I'm the one they adore
Credits
Writer(s): Amondre Meankins
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