Drakeo

(álbum: So Cold I Do Em - 2016)

Keep my name out yo mouth
I don't know you niggas

Why they call you Drakeo?
Man, pull that 'K' out
We turn gangsta rappers to Pastor Mase round
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Say now, say now
Still doing them thangs up on them PayPals
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Them my peoples though
Slid through bandacamp and mudwalked through Neiman's floor
If you ain't got no bucks for the Rolie then you can hit the door
I'll throw 20 bands right now, who really need the dough?
You rap niggas pitiful, I know you in to snitch
They wanna nail Mr. Big Banc Uchie but can't get a case
The only thing they can get f'real from me is a chase
Playing hide-and-go-seek and feel me till I find the safe
Now it's green Leprechauns just jumping all in my face
And the mama and Betty Crocker fighting now I be getting cake
And for my money y'all need a [?] for Diddy sake
Kicking doors in a bitch nigga house, fuck your real estate
Clear as day, I'm sure niggas know, shit, I be getting cake
Don't ask where the GLE parked, just know it's in the last
Clear as day, I'm sure niggas know, shit, I be getting cake
Don't ask where the GLE parked, [?]

They wonder why they call me Drakeo
Was told to carry life sentence, don't talk about what my name, ho
And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it's a case closed
We pull up back-to-back foreigns, mopping out with a Draco

They wonder why they call me Drakeo
Was told to carry life sentence, don't talk about what my name, ho
And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it's a case closed
We pull up back-to-back foreigns, mopping out with a Draco

They wonder why they call me Drakeo Drakeo Drakeo Drakeo Drakeo
I'm mudwalking in Neiman's spending this Play-Doh
A hunned-thousand worth GLE I'm so thankful
Don't get it fucked up I'm still Mr. Ungrateful
Hateful, [?] I'm Wesley Snipes in Blade clothes
Hit up my niggas and [?] we chatting on Tango
These rappers are sweet, they grapefruit, attitude mango
Killers on standby ready to war with Adolph
Osama Bin Laden, these 360 cameras I'm cautious
Pouring up a 5 and popping these percs I'm nauseous
Typhus kid, my face is wearing a stocking
Kill all that tough shit, my niggas the real robbers
Ding dong ditch, you dealing with real flockers
You a family guy, have a sit-down with Bill Cosby
You know Al Capone? 2016 the new mobsters
A Bathing Ape in the junker with zero tolerance
I'm toting a K, you know it's equipped with a muzzle on it
You know that's Drakeo, he don't conduct with buster homies
The homies hate Drakeo, I don't care I still fuck with homie
Get a whip 100, 000 and then you can fuck with me
They wonder why they call me Drakeo

Was told to carry life sentence, don't talk about what my name, ho
And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it's a case closed
We pull up back-to-back foreigns, mopping out with a Draco
They wonder why they call me Drakeo

Was told to carry life sentence, don't talk about what my name, ho
And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it's a case closed
We pull up back-to-back foreigns, mopping out with a Draco
They wonder why they call me Drakeo