[Intro]
You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree
Pluto
[Chorus]
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 your b**h back
You ain't never ever get your b**h back
You ain't never ever get your b**h back
You ain't never ever get your b**h back
You ain't never ever get your b**h back
[Verse 1]
Lamborghini doors when I lift off
They done f**ed around, got a n***a pissed off
Nice little thot got a stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm
f** all that biting like Tyson or Holyfield
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
A couple of pills and I got my soda filled
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa
She thinks she the one but to me she ain't nothing but a thrill
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
I've been drippin' like a God, what else?
I been dodgin' all the flage, what else?
I been fillin' up garages, what else?
I gave her her first ménage, 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 (yup)
Freestylin', let me dance with her
Sky Dweller, it was sentimental
Rose gold, it was cinnamon
[Chorus]
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 your b**h back
You ain't never ever get your b**h back
You ain't never ever get your b**h back
You ain't never ever get your b**h back
You ain't never ever get your b**h back
[Verse 2]
f** up my b**h by the change
Want me to jump out the stage
I wanna jump in the air
You know the love ain't fair
You k**in' 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 b**hes
I'm putting chains on my b**hes
I'll pull some chain on the snitches
I'm focused, I'm back on my mission
Flex on a n***a, no apologies
Molly off-white, done got to me
Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League
35 b**hes at the St. Reg
Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the Curry
Pullin' up wit Xan, can't hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin' syrupy
56 nights, I was dirty
Styrofoam cups servin' patients
Heard you been talkin' bout the kid
Knowin' damn well that's a flagrant (technical)
I cancel two b**hes
I got me some new b**hes
Come check out how I'm living
I got me some new drippy
I got me some new drip!
She ain't got nothing to do with it
I'll give my b**h to you
If that what she mean to you
[Chorus]
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 your b**h back
You ain't never ever get your b**h back
You ain't never ever get your b**h back
You ain't never ever get your b**h back
You ain't never ever get your b**h 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 your b**h back
You ain't never ever get your b**h back
You ain't never ever get your b**h back
You ain't never ever get your b**h back
You ain't never ever get your b**h back
[Verse 3]
Yeah I'm 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
Stop comparing my career
Designer flooded through the crib
Business furniture for real
Bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a n***a wig
Charge a half a mil for the gig
Middle fingers up, f** the pigs
Diamonds fallin' off me, let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin' up a brick
Certified n***a out the six
Who was wrapping dummies 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 n***as, Al Capone
Got my Chi n***as on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born