LYRICS
作词 : Hill, Gary Rafael
作曲 : Hill, Gary Rafael
Yeah
Pluto
You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree
Pluto
Draco season with the bookbag
Backpack, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
Lamborghini doors, but I never stop
**** around got a b***h pissed off
Nice little thot got stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe
Got the stiff arm
**** up that body
Like Tyson or Holyfield, wo wo wo wo wo
A Couple of pills
And I got my soda filled, wo wo wo wo wo
Break out a sweat
I go head over heels for these meals
Wo wo wo wo wo wo
She thinks she the one, but to me
She ain't nothing but a thrill wo wo wo wo wo
I've been drippin' like a god with her
I been dodgin' all the fly what else
I been fillin' up garages what else
I gave her a French monage what else
Close your eyes eyes eyes
I'm about to slide slide slide
Wonder why why why
I stay in the sky sky sky
Pink M***y, let me dance with her
Freestylin', let me dance with her
Sky Dweller, it was sentimental
Rose gold, it was sentimental
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
**** up my life by the change
Brought me from trap house to stage
I wanna jump in the air
You know the love ain't fair
You killin' then show us the proof
I already got the juice
Chain different colors like fruits
I like to hang out the roof
FUTURE: I got to train my b*****s
I'm putting chains on my d**k
I'll put some chain on some snitches
I'm focused I'm back on my mission
Flex on a b***h no apologies
M***y all white, done gotta me
Playing hockey with the ice
In the major league
FUTURE: Thirty five b*****s at the Saint Reg
Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the curry
Pourin' up xan can't hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin syruppy
Fifty six night I was 30
Styrofoam cups same patient
Heard you been talkin' bout the kid
Knowin' damn well that's a flagrant
I cancel two d**ks
I got me some new d**ks
Come check out how I'm living
I got me some new jewelry
I got me some new drip
Ain't got nothing to do with it
I'll give my d**k to you
If that what she mean to you
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
You ain't never ever get your ****ing back
Yeah I cruisin' in the deep
I'm twisted up I got geeked
Misbehaving with ya freak
Can't tell she got teeth
I was in her mouth like veneers
Start comparing my career
Designer flooded through the crib
Business furniture for real
I bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a nigga wi
Charge a half a mil for the gig
Middle fingers up, **** the pigs
Diamonds fallin' off my let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin' up a brick
Certified **** hot to six
Who was rapping diamonds in the zone
I was chargin' 10 for the strong
Keep on goin' in on this song
Keep an F&N at your home
Lesson learned and we moving on
I got firm ****s, Al Capone
Got my Chi ****s on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born