Draco The God - Big Homie

It's Draco the God, bitch, fuck you thought
When I come out, all y'all comin' to a halt
Shakin' niggas up, they turnin' into malts
Niggas think they fly, they really just some moths
Softer than the cloth, runnin' out the mouth
Niggas know what I am about, I am from the South, bitch
Wanna get biddy-bip, niggas talkin' shitty shit
Until I hit you in your lippy-lip
Damn, niggas be bonkers, I'm chocolatey like Willy Wonka
Never the nigga you can, always the nigga that you wanna
Think you colder than me? Nah, not even in the summer
Think you hotter than me? Not even if you had a sauna
Niggas is Juwana, I'm colder than Corona
Oh, I mean Corona, I'm happy, mellow yellow
Homer Simpson, you niggas need to listen
Ain't no sinning, I'm the God, cause I'm Christian
I'm shittin' on you niggas, y'all are toilets
Damn, Draco, why you always referencing toilets
Cause you niggas is trash, waste
Feces sittin' on the toilet when you pee-pee
You niggas is some bitches
I'm high like Peter Pan, and I still got the pixie
I am the big homie, y'all is pussy
I'm the tiger, like I'm Tony
Niggas throwin' dirt on my name and don't even know me
You just mad cause everybody that you know tryin' to know me
That that ain't real shit
Stop actin' like a wife, go on, David's bridal
You really tryin' to hide the fact that I might be your idol
I'm your idol, I'm your motherfuckin' idol
I'm comin' up, so all my friends is turnin' into rivals
I'ma just turn the other cheek abiding by the Bible
Couldn't see them turnin' on me, had to get my goggles
But I bet as soon as I come up, they gon' wanna follow
Don't sleep on me, ee, ee, ee, alarm clock, I go so hard
Bam, bam, like a door knock, tryin' to live this life, hell yeah
It's a hard knock, I'm a strong nigga
Ain't shit gon' make my heart stop
I'm doin' it for a lady D and J man
Them my roll dogs, fucks with them, oh hell yeah
Shit the ropes off, first one in my family
Yeah, I'm knockin' doors off, like I am the father
And I caught you with your clothes off
Not a rich nigga yet, but I'm bossin' up
Still got my figures like stick drawings, huh
Triple-digit dinner for beginner, fuck ya figure
It's all hands over here, we ain't runnin' to no trigger, bitch
I'm the god, bitch, I'm the, I'm the god, bitch
I'm the god, bitch, I'm the, I'm the god, bitch
I'm the god, bitch, I'm the, I'm the god, bitch
I'm the god, bitch, I'm the, I'm the god, bitch

Written by:
Amondre Meankins

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