"Micro Drake" lyrics
(feat. FattMack)
Aye, I keep takin' these drugs, I'm not okay
And if I send you my pin, do not come late
You better come right then or you might get faded
Nigga, my best friend is a micro Drac'
And I been gettin' high since like ninth grade
Supreme on Forces, I might go Bape
Nigga will act like they love you, whole time they be hatin'
Every time you come around, know I'm peepin' your trace
Nigga be bitches, that's why I ain't with them
A nigga will shoot somethin' for you, then turn 'round and kill you
You go in the ground by yourself, no matter who with you
I put a button on the back, turn the Glock to a whistle
Fuck everything else, I just need my little one
A brand new blackout in a 10 mil
Catch one, baseline
3-60 windmill
Walk down like a car ride, put some shit on this windshield
Yeah, you did me bad but I'm still here
I'm high as hell. I'm poppin' the fake and the real pill
Yeah, I was bad as hell back in school, I ain't pass it
I brought all the Percs on the field trip
I beat up the cat from the back, she got ripped grib
Police they put me on papers, I stayed still
Switch on the Glock and got dropped with a Kel-Tec
I heard you broke as a bitch, I get real check
Bitch you did me five with a ref fack
Wherever he play, that's wherever he left at. Bro see a opp and go Curry, step back
I wonder why you ain't keepin' shit real?
Uh, I don't know why I won't put down these pills
Me and bro we just threw back a Tyreek Hill
And that nigga know he gonna die when I see him
My twin movin' pounds, he don't go to the gym
Fuck a play, I'ma dunk put my arm in the rim
Yeah, I'm at my show with your ho on the 'Gram
Yeah, designer clothes, spend a whole lot of thousands
It's a whole lot of poles and a whole lot of rounds
Broke nigga say he gon' kill me, I doubt it
Every nigga play with my gang got shot up
You gonna die if you talk where the cops at
I don't trust none of you hoes 'cause they not
Shit. And I keep takin' these drugs, I'm not okay
And if I send you my pin, do not come late
You better come right then or you might get faded
Nigga, my best friend is a micro Drac'
And I been gettin' high since like ninth grade
Supreme on Forces, I might go Bape
Nigga will act like they love you, whole time they be hatin'
Every time you come around, know I'm peepin' your trace
Nigga be bitches, that's why I ain't with them
A nigga will shoot somethin' for you, then turn 'round and kill you
You go in the ground by yourself, no matter who with you
I put a button on the back, turn the Glock to a whistle
Fuck everything else, I just need my little one
A brand new blackout in a 10 mil
Catch one, baseline
3-60 windmill
Walk down like a car ride, put some shit on this windshield
And if I send you my pin, do not come late
You better come right then or you might get faded
Nigga, my best friend is a micro Drac'
And I been gettin' high since like ninth grade
Supreme on Forces, I might go Bape
Nigga will act like they love you, whole time they be hatin'
Every time you come around, know I'm peepin' your trace
Nigga be bitches, that's why I ain't with them
A nigga will shoot somethin' for you, then turn 'round and kill you
You go in the ground by yourself, no matter who with you
I put a button on the back, turn the Glock to a whistle
Fuck everything else, I just need my little one
A brand new blackout in a 10 mil
Catch one, baseline
3-60 windmill
Walk down like a car ride, put some shit on this windshield
Yeah, you did me bad but I'm still here
I'm high as hell. I'm poppin' the fake and the real pill
Yeah, I was bad as hell back in school, I ain't pass it
I brought all the Percs on the field trip
I beat up the cat from the back, she got ripped grib
Police they put me on papers, I stayed still
Switch on the Glock and got dropped with a Kel-Tec
I heard you broke as a bitch, I get real check
Bitch you did me five with a ref fack
Wherever he play, that's wherever he left at. Bro see a opp and go Curry, step back
I wonder why you ain't keepin' shit real?
Uh, I don't know why I won't put down these pills
Me and bro we just threw back a Tyreek Hill
And that nigga know he gonna die when I see him
My twin movin' pounds, he don't go to the gym
Fuck a play, I'ma dunk put my arm in the rim
Yeah, I'm at my show with your ho on the 'Gram
Yeah, designer clothes, spend a whole lot of thousands
It's a whole lot of poles and a whole lot of rounds
Broke nigga say he gon' kill me, I doubt it
Every nigga play with my gang got shot up
You gonna die if you talk where the cops at
I don't trust none of you hoes 'cause they not
Shit. And I keep takin' these drugs, I'm not okay
And if I send you my pin, do not come late
You better come right then or you might get faded
Nigga, my best friend is a micro Drac'
And I been gettin' high since like ninth grade
Supreme on Forces, I might go Bape
Nigga will act like they love you, whole time they be hatin'
Every time you come around, know I'm peepin' your trace
Nigga be bitches, that's why I ain't with them
A nigga will shoot somethin' for you, then turn 'round and kill you
You go in the ground by yourself, no matter who with you
I put a button on the back, turn the Glock to a whistle
Fuck everything else, I just need my little one
A brand new blackout in a 10 mil
Catch one, baseline
3-60 windmill
Walk down like a car ride, put some shit on this windshield
