Draco [explicit] Lyrics - Future

You better not raise your voice at me 

You know I got a pimp degree 

Pluto 

Draco season with the bookbag 

Backpack, got a little kick back 

Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

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Lamborghini doors, but I never stop 

Fuck around got a nigga pissed off 

Nice little thot got stiff arm 

Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm 

Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield, 

wo wo wo wo wo 

A Couple of pills and I got my soda filled, 

wo wo wo wo wo 

Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these meals, 

wo wo wo wo wo wo 

She thinks she the one, but to me she ain't nothing but a thrill 

wo wo wo wo wo 

I've been drippin' like a god with her 

I been dodgin' all the fly what else 

I been fillin' up garages what else 

I gave her a French monage what else 

Close your eyes eyes eyes 

I'm about to slide slide slide 

Wonder why why why 

I stay in the sky sky sky 

Pink Molly, let me dance with her 

Freestylin', let me dance with her 

Sky Dweller, it was sentimental 

Rose gold, it was sentimental 

Photos 

Draco season with the bookbag 

Rat tat, got a little kick back 

Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

Fuck up my bitch by the change 

Brought me from trap house to stage 

I wanna jump in the air 

You know the love ain't fair 

You killin' then show us the proof 

I already got the juice 

Chain different colors like fruits 

I like to hang out the roof 

I got to train my bitches 

I'm putting chains on my bitches 

I'll put some chain on some snitches 

I'm focused I'm back on my mission 

Flex on a nigga no apologies 

Molly all white, done gotta me 

Playing hockey with the ice in the major league 

Thirty five bitches at the Saint Reg 

Fall back shooter like KD 

Back in the kitchen with the curry 

Pourin' up xan can't hurt me 

Pineapple drink lookin syruppy 

Fifty six night I was 30 

Styrofoam cups same patient 

Heard you been talkin' bout the kid 

Knowin' damn well that's a flagrant 

I cancel two bitches 

I got me some new bitches 

Come check out how I'm living 

I got me some new jewelry 

I got me some new drip 

Ain't got nothing to do with it 

I'll give my bitch to you 

If that what she mean to you 

Draco season with the bookbag 

Rat tat, got a little kick back 

Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

Draco season with the bookbag 

Rat tat, got a little kick back 

Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

You ain't never ever get you bitch back 

Yeah I cruisin' in the deep 

I'm twisted up I got geeked 

Misbehaving with ya freak 

Can't tell she got teeth 

I was in her mouth like veneers 

Start comparing my career 

Designer flooded through the crib 

Business furniture for real 

I bought a Fendi couch for my kids 

They just want to plug a nigga wig 

Charge a half a mil for the gig 

Middle fingers up fuck the pigs 

Diamonds fallin' off my let me jig 

Never falling off and never quit 

I retired cookin' up a brick 

Certified nigga hot to six 

Who was rapping diamonds in the zone 

I was chargin' 10 for the strong 

Keep on goin' in on this song 

Keep an F&N at your home 

Lesson learned and we moving on 

I got firm niggas, Al Capone 

Got my Chi niggas on the horn 

Downtown Atlanta I was born