Dra Clips - What a thug about (freestyle)

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Dra clips nigga, you know what it is man... no games being played man

You can call me dra clips or drake for short
I make chicks come to me cause i hate to court
Spit dope from my lips you can bake then snort
Im like shaq in the paint, cause i take the boards
Dawg i dont mind the buzz
All my hoes petite with stretch marks like tiger cubs
When 12 come around better hide the snubs
Anywhere getting money wheres youll find a thug
Had to hop off the porch and go make a name
Now you see a young bull ice draped in chains
Took control on my own, had to make the change
Had to ride my own wave and create the lanes
Hella Trash niggas, yeah i carried a few
And How i did that, nary a clue
The rap dudes ima have to bury a few
I keep a couple birds like larry and sue
These hoes on my arms ask lot of questions
12 run the streets now the blocks is stressing
On every song im on, spit with hot aggression
With these bars of mine, i got the top collection
Cats say that ima tough bean, cause i crush dreams
Stay grinding i never can get enough cream
Gotta a rough team and we touch green
Wanna test the crew and get a bust spleen
Take my time slim, no rushing the flow
Rap cats bitching up when i come through the door
Catch me in the new jag switching lanes
Or see me in club bout to switch up dames
But move smart if you holding the stash
Or get popped fast, the gun wiped with the pole in the grass
The cats in the game steady talking shit
Stacking so much bread now its tall and slick
Got all these rap dudes tryna call it quits
And if you need back up you better call it quick
Dont delay ya ass whipping, you stallin shit
Put the piece to ya chest then toss the blick
Speak for the thugs, im not one my self
Make my own bread and i fund my self
Theres a new champ here dawg run ya belts
Grind hard now a nigga got tons of wealth

Written by:
Drake Clarl

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