It's Natra baby
How come every nigga in my city wanna sound like Drake now
I been gone but I'm bout to get it straight now
When she don't answer the phone, you gon' break down
Now you all alone cause she wanna take a break now
I mean, come on, Mike
You should really think about it before you put this shit up in the song, Mike
And now it's on, Mike
I heard that Xena want that pita, so it's finna be a long night
I put it all in between her, I give her just what she needin
I beat that pussy, no PETA,
I guarantee she not a keeper
Because when she with the crew, she be creepin
My Pilot Perc gon' hit them guts and have it leakin
Better believe it
This nigga rappin' bout some shit really happen to him
Keep on rappin', it's gon' f*ck around and happen again
You clappin back until my killers gon' clap at your friends
And leave that nigga Michael achin' on top of the Benz
F*ck, my niggas from the 7 tre know what's up If you from the deuce oh deuce throw it up
Especially if you got act in cup
One more time, baby
Hey, say what's up
My niggas from the damn deuce throw it up
If you got act in your cup
He said he wanted beef, I ain't even know what's up,
I apologize
But if a nigga wanna die, then I'm ready to ride
My niggas load that Silverado with several guys
And leave that scene like we shot with machetes and knives
And everybody that's around him get buried alive
Damn, Drake, I ain't even know you noticed us
Oh, that ain't Drake, huh
Shit, close enough
See, I can tell who you aspire to be
But I would never take the flow of who inspiring me
Am I supposed to be scared or entertained by this young nigga
I mean, I'm honestly confused, yo, what's up with him
I mean, I grew up around the old heads and drug dealers
So if it's a problem, I can probably get you touched, nigga
And if you see your bitch in this vicinity, you better let her be
Cause, nigga, you don't want no enemies
And yeah, I'm catching the subliminals who
Sending me
But I'ma let you live cause you clearly off the Hennessy
Get your shit together
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It's Natra baby
How come every nigga in my city wanna sound like Drake now
I been gone but I'm bout to get it straight now
When she don't answer the phone, you gon' break down
Now you all alone cause she wanna take a break now
I mean, come on, Mike
You should really think about it before you put this shit up in the song, Mike
And now it's on, Mike
I heard that Xena want that pita, so it's finna be a long night
I put it all in between her, I give her just what she needin
I beat that pussy, no PETA,
I guarantee she not a keeper
Because when she with the crew, she be creepin
My Pilot Perc gon' hit them guts and have it leakin
Better believe it
This nigga rappin' bout some shit really happen to him
Keep on rappin', it's gon' f*ck around and happen again
You clappin back until my killers gon' clap at your friends
And leave that nigga Michael achin' on top of the Benz
F*ck, my niggas from the 7 tre know what's up If you from the deuce oh deuce throw it up
Especially if you got act in cup
One more time, baby
Hey, say what's up
My niggas from the damn deuce throw it up
If you got act in your cup
He said he wanted beef, I ain't even know what's up,
I apologize
But if a nigga wanna die, then I'm ready to ride
My niggas load that Silverado with several guys
And leave that scene like we shot with machetes and knives
And everybody that's around him get buried alive
Damn, Drake, I ain't even know you noticed us
Oh, that ain't Drake, huh
Shit, close enough
See, I can tell who you aspire to be
But I would never take the flow of who inspiring me
Am I supposed to be scared or entertained by this young nigga
I mean, I'm honestly confused, yo, what's up with him
I mean, I grew up around the old heads and drug dealers
So if it's a problem, I can probably get you touched, nigga
And if you see your bitch in this vicinity, you better let her be
Cause, nigga, you don't want no enemies
And yeah, I'm catching the subliminals who
Sending me
But I'ma let you live cause you clearly off the Hennessy
Get your shit together
How come every nigga in my city wanna sound like Drake now
I been gone but I'm bout to get it straight now
When she don't answer the phone, you gon' break down
Now you all alone cause she wanna take a break now
I mean, come on, Mike
You should really think about it before you put this shit up in the song, Mike
And now it's on, Mike
I heard that Xena want that pita, so it's finna be a long night
I put it all in between her, I give her just what she needin
I beat that pussy, no PETA,
I guarantee she not a keeper
Because when she with the crew, she be creepin
My Pilot Perc gon' hit them guts and have it leakin
Better believe it
This nigga rappin' bout some shit really happen to him
Keep on rappin', it's gon' f*ck around and happen again
You clappin back until my killers gon' clap at your friends
And leave that nigga Michael achin' on top of the Benz
F*ck, my niggas from the 7 tre know what's up If you from the deuce oh deuce throw it up
Especially if you got act in cup
One more time, baby
Hey, say what's up
My niggas from the damn deuce throw it up
If you got act in your cup
He said he wanted beef, I ain't even know what's up,
I apologize
But if a nigga wanna die, then I'm ready to ride
My niggas load that Silverado with several guys
And leave that scene like we shot with machetes and knives
And everybody that's around him get buried alive
Damn, Drake, I ain't even know you noticed us
Oh, that ain't Drake, huh
Shit, close enough
See, I can tell who you aspire to be
But I would never take the flow of who inspiring me
Am I supposed to be scared or entertained by this young nigga
I mean, I'm honestly confused, yo, what's up with him
I mean, I grew up around the old heads and drug dealers
So if it's a problem, I can probably get you touched, nigga
And if you see your bitch in this vicinity, you better let her be
Cause, nigga, you don't want no enemies
And yeah, I'm catching the subliminals who
Sending me
But I'ma let you live cause you clearly off the Hennessy
Get your shit together
Writer: royce powell-davis
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