DRAKEO MODE

[Intro]
Low the Great
IsThatTrey

[Chorus]
I'm a shit talker, and my neck icy
Yeah, I'm married to the bag, you is not my wifey
An asshole to the bitch, so I talk spicy
I be running to the check, so you can't catch me
Hitting shit up out the park, like I'm Babe Ruth
Niggas know that I've been getting money, yeah, you know the truth
Bitches, they be on a nigga dick, but I ain't tryna fuck
Bitch really know she getting blocked, if she ain't talking bucks

[Verse 1]
But you know a nigga mastered, do it with a passion
Cartier lense on the frames, I don't do nothing average
Quarterback sneak touchdown, 'cause I'm always passing
You know a nigga head to the top, 'cause I'm the chosen one
Nigga feeling like James Bond, I got a golden gun
Stacking and collecting all these coins, like it's Temple Run
Trapping and I'm rapping, bitch knew I'm on some savage shit
Type nigga, what the fuck I look like with an average bitch?
Just touched down, and I'm looking for the lean to pour
Finessing every day in the field, 'cause it's chilly season
It's cruntchtime, I fire any bitch, I'm in Drakeo mode
I'm damn near finna fall out from this lean I pour
High as fuck cooking in the stu, off shrooms and percs
Bag talk, I hate that broke shit, so I go to work
Bitch tried to come empty handed, bitch, grab your perse
All I get is money, so you know I brought straps and shit

[Chorus]
I'm a shit talker, and my neck icy
Yeah, I'm married to the bag, you is not my wifey
An asshole to the bitch, so I talk spicy
I be running to the check, so you can't catch me
Hitting shit up out the park, like I'm Babe Ruth
Niggas know that I've been getting money, yeah, you know the truth
Bitches, they be on a nigga dick, but I ain't tryna fuck
Bitch really know she getting blocked, if she ain't talking bucks

[Verse 2]
Undefeated to the bag, just like I'm Mayweather
Kinda only fuck with white hoes, 'cause they pay better
Addicted to the bag shit, you know that I'm a chain flexer
I can teach you how to get the money, I'm a chilly professor
I'm on point with this bag, so I ain't falling off
I took my time with this shit, like I'm playing golf
Niggas out here passing, uh
Niggas out here passing, I'm running like I'm [?]
Bitch, shut the fuck up when you out here dealing with a boss
First place, and I'm heavyweight, I can't take a loss
Told the bitch it's hard to fuck with me, 'cause you know it gon' cost
All this water on my neck, eh
All this water on my neck, like a nigga leaking
A nigga had to gas up, so they gave me a reason
The nigga ain't wanna beef with me, would've thought he was vegan
Uchis busting out my pocket, I'm a Stinc bleeder

[Chorus]
I'm a shit talker, and my neck icy
Yeah, I'm married to the bag, you is not my wifey
An asshole to the bitch, so I talk spicy
I be running to the check, so you can't catch me
Hitting shit up out the park, like I'm Babe Ruth
Niggas know that I've been getting money, yeah, you know the truth
Bitches, they be on a nigga dick, but I ain't tryna fuck
Bitch really know she getting blocked, if she ain't talking bucks