Drac

Leave me alone

[taaijo: Intro]
(This Taaijo, you rocking with Summer Sixteen, bitch ass nigga)

[fuktokyo!: Chorus]
I just got that drac, bitch, I just got that drac
You ain't see my face, bitch, you ain't see my face
No features on my tape, bitch, no, hell no way
Crashout, fell for that bait, bitch, I ain't been the same
Talk up on my name, bitch, yeah, your ass gon' die
Yeah, I'm on the tour bus, chilling with Mahj and Phy
Fine shit hit my phone, but I'm scared, I don't reply
You ain't hit no band, bitch, tell him stop that trying
You turned to a fan, bitch, don't know why you still buying
I sip on that Actavis, that lean, fuck no wine
Lying 'bout your placements, boy just stop that lying
I ain't even say shit, this weed got me fried

[fuktokyo!: Verse 1]
I stay posted on cord, yuh
Bitch said I got aura
Fuck my ex bitch, I ain't even take her to places, Bora Bora
Me and my twin be hittin' that dope, me and Mahj, we motherfuckin' score it up
Nigga ain't have no Act', have no Wock', you cannot pour it up

Can't see your location
Fucked seeing faces
G-got me fucked up, I'm not paying
Lightskin with a fat ass, know she Blasian
Bitches know I been about my bag, nigga, stop playing

I ain't even trust the bitch, didn't even think that we would last
Geeked up out my body everyday, she asked me why I lag
I been tryna get up off my ass, get that fucking bag
Niggas gay, they turning into drags, ain't no problem 'bout that

Tell him get his own shit
In the striker, niggas think I'm bumping Lone shit
Mix the Wock' up with the Act', I'm sipping potion
On my dick, get your own shit

[fuktokyo!: Chorus]
I just got that drac, bitch, I just got that drac
You ain't see my face, bitch, you ain't see my face
No features on my tape, bitch, no, hell no way
Crashout, fell for that bait, bitch, I ain't been the same
Talk up on my name, bitch, yeah, your ass gon' die
Yeah, I'm on the tour bus, chilling with Mahj and Phy
Fine shit hit my phone, but I'm scared, I don't reply
You ain't hit no band, bitch, tell him stop that trying
You turned to a fan, bitch, don't know why you still buying
I sip on that Actavis, that lean, fuck no wine
Lying 'bout your placements, boy just stop that lying
I ain't even say shit, this weed got me fried

[liaa: Outro]
Boy, I'm starting to get sick, you studs
Be a fucking lady
Stop texting my phone talking about some "yo"
Who the fuck do you think I am, bitch?
You better text my phone talking about some
"Hello, my beautiful queen"
That's more like it