Ceehilo - Dragon

I'm spitting that fire yeah just like a dragon
I'm killing this shit nigga like a assassin
I want it I get it i'm not with the bragging
Let's get to the green, not talking no salad
I want them carrots not talking no rabbit
You reach for them diamonds
Zip him like a jacket
Just trying to ball I might move out to Dallas
Might kick some pimping and ball with the Mavericks
Like a mechanic how Rae got the ratchet
And just like a rocket might up it and blast it
If you ain't know TLS be the fashion
Hats 25, 45 for a jacket
And I got some long sleeves and I ain't even much taxing
Them bitches hard, I ain't even much capping

Can't trust none of these bitches
these bitches be plastic
Is the love real or you want someone having
I don't want no attitude I was just asking
All in her mouth like a dentist she gagging
Get right behind it yea she got that wagon
Lately offline like my shit it been lagging
I'm back on my shit yea I'm back in my zone
Like a touchdown when you do it at home
I'm doing me so don't try to clone
Try to run up face gone
Like a umbrella still dripping like rain
When i hit the booth I cook up like a flame
Been going retarded been going insane
Ice out my wrist like my shit it done sprained
If i get rich than I ain't never gon change
From me to you tho I can't say the same
I got it on lock like a John Cena chain
Like a fire yeah i'm lit lit
Corona Virus how the flow sick
Killin' shit like Jason machete
Sloppy toppy most of these bitches be messy
Do anything for the fame and the clout
It's a shame better switch up the route
Gps how these hoes get around
Grass cut so i'm watching for snakes
Never ever would I ever hate
To the top I'm, tryna elevate
To the top like the stars in the wraith
Finally winning let's celebrate

I'm spitting that fire yeah just like a dragon
I'm killing this shit nigga like a assassin
I want it I get it i'm not with the bragging
Let's get to the green, not talking no salad
I want them carrots not talking no rabbit
You reach for them diamonds
zip him like a jacket
Just trying to ball I might move out to Dallas
Might kick some pimping and ball with the Mavericks
Like a mechanic how Rae got the ratchet
And just like a rocket might up it and blast it
If you ain't know TLS be the fashion
Hats 25, 45 for a jacket
And I got some long sleeves and I ain't even much taxing
Them bitches hard, I ain't even much capping

Written by:
Clayton Cannady

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