"Drapes" lyrics
Yeah, you ain't my opp, lil' boy, you ain't even got pay
Hundreds, fifties, poles all over the spot, lil' boy, we ain't even got drapes
She tryna get me, she just wanna be mine, lil nigga you ain't even gotta play
Pape on the table, fuck do I look like whinin'? I ain't even got grapes
Nigga tweakkn' if you don't think I'm up
How the fuck you broke still talkin' 'bout lean? You need to let go of that cup
You a joke ass still talkin' 'bout Percs and green, you a fiend, you a slut
Got a bad ass bitch, tryna hop on her knees, won't leave 'til we make smut
That Faygo Red, just spilled that shit on my jeans, I think I'm fucked
I be stuck off seen with that bitch on me, I don't need to think I'm tough
All buff ass nigga thinking we finna swing, better bob, better weave, better duck
[?] in this bitch on me, only thing I'm finna live for
She ain't even gon' ask who I do this for 'cause she already know I'm selfish
I ain't even gon' ask the lil' boy up 'cause I already know he helpless
And this contract shit been bringin' me down, so I'm online shopping for helmut
I got a bad ass ho tryna see me now with her hands right down my pelvis
Yeah, you ain't my opp, lil' boy, you ain't even got pay
Hundreds, fifties, poles all over the spot, lil' boy, we ain't even got drapes
She tryna get me, she just wanna be mine, lil nigga you ain't even gotta play
Lale on the table, fuck do I look like whinin'? I ain't even got grapes
Nigga tweakin' if he don't think I'm up
How the fuck you broke still talkin' 'bout lean? You need to let go of that cup
You a joke ass still talkin' 'bout Percs and green, you a fiend, you a slut
Got a bad ass bitch, tryna hop on her knees, won't leave 'til we make smut
Hundreds, fifties, poles all over the spot, lil' boy, we ain't even got drapes
She tryna get me, she just wanna be mine, lil nigga you ain't even gotta play
Pape on the table, fuck do I look like whinin'? I ain't even got grapes
Nigga tweakkn' if you don't think I'm up
How the fuck you broke still talkin' 'bout lean? You need to let go of that cup
You a joke ass still talkin' 'bout Percs and green, you a fiend, you a slut
Got a bad ass bitch, tryna hop on her knees, won't leave 'til we make smut
That Faygo Red, just spilled that shit on my jeans, I think I'm fucked
I be stuck off seen with that bitch on me, I don't need to think I'm tough
All buff ass nigga thinking we finna swing, better bob, better weave, better duck
[?] in this bitch on me, only thing I'm finna live for
She ain't even gon' ask who I do this for 'cause she already know I'm selfish
I ain't even gon' ask the lil' boy up 'cause I already know he helpless
And this contract shit been bringin' me down, so I'm online shopping for helmut
I got a bad ass ho tryna see me now with her hands right down my pelvis
Yeah, you ain't my opp, lil' boy, you ain't even got pay
Hundreds, fifties, poles all over the spot, lil' boy, we ain't even got drapes
She tryna get me, she just wanna be mine, lil nigga you ain't even gotta play
Lale on the table, fuck do I look like whinin'? I ain't even got grapes
Nigga tweakin' if he don't think I'm up
How the fuck you broke still talkin' 'bout lean? You need to let go of that cup
You a joke ass still talkin' 'bout Percs and green, you a fiend, you a slut
Got a bad ass bitch, tryna hop on her knees, won't leave 'til we make smut
