Dracula
I'm 'bout 6'2" in my Filas
I spent my youth on the bleachers
I know a win when I see one
Go take a lap
I just be goin' on instinct
You hit my line, say you miss me
Wow, I hit you like, "We should fix things"
Wink, wink
You got my notifications on, you takin' notes
Nobody thought I would stay this long, now they all know
I don't trust nobody givin' advice
Comin' for mine
I call you Dracula
'Cause most of you people just can't even look in the mirror
So why are you here?
This summer, I'm actin' up
The same ones who throwin' the shade are afraid of the sun
I'm comin' for blood, you knew what it was
I'm never blind to a leecher
I know the ways of the reaper
Got enough blood on my sneakers
Go take a lap
Always the ones who were preachin'
With their hands in your pockets
Got no business talkin'
Blind off the profit
You got my notifications on, you takin' notes (takin' notes, you takin' notes)
Nobody thought I would stay this long, now they all know (now they all know)
I don't trust nobody givin' advice
Comin' for mine (comin' for mine)
I call you Dracula
'Cause most of you people just can't even look in the mirror
So why are you here?
This summer, I'm actin' up
The same ones who throwin' the shade are afraid of the sun
I'm comin' for blood, you knew what it was
You shouldn't have gassed me up (you shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't)
The same ones who throwin' the shade are afraid of the sun (afraid of the sun)
I'm comin' for blood, you knew what it was (uh-uh, mm-mm)
I spent my youth on the bleachers
I know a win when I see one
Go take a lap
I just be goin' on instinct
You hit my line, say you miss me
Wow, I hit you like, "We should fix things"
Wink, wink
You got my notifications on, you takin' notes
Nobody thought I would stay this long, now they all know
I don't trust nobody givin' advice
Comin' for mine
I call you Dracula
'Cause most of you people just can't even look in the mirror
So why are you here?
This summer, I'm actin' up
The same ones who throwin' the shade are afraid of the sun
I'm comin' for blood, you knew what it was
I'm never blind to a leecher
I know the ways of the reaper
Got enough blood on my sneakers
Go take a lap
Always the ones who were preachin'
With their hands in your pockets
Got no business talkin'
Blind off the profit
You got my notifications on, you takin' notes (takin' notes, you takin' notes)
Nobody thought I would stay this long, now they all know (now they all know)
I don't trust nobody givin' advice
Comin' for mine (comin' for mine)
I call you Dracula
'Cause most of you people just can't even look in the mirror
So why are you here?
This summer, I'm actin' up
The same ones who throwin' the shade are afraid of the sun
I'm comin' for blood, you knew what it was
You shouldn't have gassed me up (you shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't)
The same ones who throwin' the shade are afraid of the sun (afraid of the sun)
I'm comin' for blood, you knew what it was (uh-uh, mm-mm)
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Dussolliet, Jackson Henry Foote, Julia Jade Capello
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