"Royal Rumble" lyrics

Hop out draco
Hop out draco
Face wrapped up they won't see who blow
Stop worryin bout when you finna blow
Everybody gettin hit with RICO's
Free em all and free blow
Free goon, yeah free bro
No Speaker Knockerz, I got a freak hoe
Free hot too, free Glock too
They was just tryna get a meat roll
They like "every song that he make fire" cause every song I gotta smoke
Smokin on green smokin a Ello
Big dog shit, no Alpo
I need a bankroll, not a honor roll
Tell me why they hate nigga I don't know
Cause I don't hate on a soul
If he try me, take a nigga soul
Feel like [?], hot with the bowl
Real stoner shit, smokin out the bowl
Real [?] high, nigga can't fold
Trap shit, gotta get in that mode
Real high, man you know that I'm blown
You trippin, you be trustin these hoes
Real nigga, man I kept by my bros
Pourin shit when I hop on the road
Ice on my neck, oh yeah it's exposed
Ice cubes meltin, pour me some more
My neck rain and it's leavin a rainbow
Let the diamonds explain I don't gotta talk no more
Was down bad I was eatin Lunchable
You buyin some gas, it's not refundable
Don't really think our relationship adjustable
Baby girl, come on I make you comfortable
Baby girl, lately you know I been lovin you
She fuckin with me and, she say I'm so lovable
AR with the stick, I'm totin the [?]
That bitch so dummy you know she so gullible
Flexin on nigga you know I'm that [?]
I'm havin sticks, I'm havin multiple
Spill my lean, now I stepped in a mud puddle
[?] tryna stay out of trouble
Bad bitch and she wanna cuddle
She sleepin with me like a married couple
Sippin on drank, how many lines I sipped? A couple
And I play with this Glock, I ain't finna tussle
How you get a bag and you later fumble
When I pull up, pop out nigga Royal Rumble