Draup - Blackk Moldd
I feel wavyI I feel wavy uhh
I feel wavy
Party at the ritz touchscreen on my wrist
You will never be able to fuck around with this uhh
Sarcastic asshole fuck you up like black mold
Have you wheezing up the steps when I go into attack mode
Aint no telling what I sold I sold dreams they came true
You bought right into them couldn't support me the damn booth
Playin checkers on you chumps yall aint worth my chess
Throw a IED in yo whip you can keep that vest
A eastside nicca gradually graduated to fuck you
Love doing what I do so nicca you can turn me up too
Bob nicca weave like traffic yall too slow for me
Inna different time yall can never whip up to me
Studied this shit like a doctor where the colon be
Linwood told me that this shit is rhythm and poetry
I dont say woe is me I say whoa when the seven kick
Three times face lookin like I ain't expect the shit
My arsenal melt brave niccaz to the particles
It's logical to stay fifty feet we in the jungle hoe
I seen niccaz with poppers get scared when it really pop off
I seen niccaz lose pops to the streets to get his rocks off
I seen niccaz beef over bitches thats fuckin ten niccas
Seen bitches gett along just trappin off of one nicca
Expect the unexpected draup the shit with the corn in it
I know you see me nigga know you looked down in the toilet
Alert lil dude the whip the only one with spoilers
Like wheezy ana women make gumbo ill boil ya
Reversing down the strip but movin forward on you lames
Doing stunt driver shit big tymin im number one
Most yall niccaz get handled without a gun
The rest of yall niccaz receiving the butt end of the gun
Look my in face and tell me im not the one bitch
I'm too deep three point range im hittin something
What business nigga can't stay out what
You aint running ya mouth moving like ya legs should be talk is nothin
Refuse to lift people up who wont move nothin
Still doing infant shit in adult huggies you buggin
Take you the places you cant go thats a luxury
Inside the museum on the wall niggaz cant fuck wit me
You cant buss back when there aint shit to shoot at
I'm blackin on these niggaz in a flash like im kodak
You aint have enough juice in this world rest in peace
Bro rest in peace x R I P nip and big bro
Diabetes got um R I P my momma too
Tired of saying R I P we gotta do better too yeah
I'm tryin to lecture you make ya ears and ya mind work
Fuck that shit you won't listen til its time first
Written by:
ROCCO TRAVIS
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