BO JACKSON

Draco hit his head, stuff the hunnids in a file cabinet Young and on the run With a warrant that was outstanding He went to jail and bailed out They locked him up for malpractice He was pitching weight Running plays like he Bo Jackson I just made ten racks For all that cap and all that hate you givin Making M’s out of yo L’s That’s that shit that make you different Kanye mixed with Jigga and that Timbo Bitch I came up with it I’m ready to die I said that shit like I came up with it Hol up, lemme change up with it I’ve been sending shots Like I’m Bron Bron on the Lakers with it Told you I ain’t playin with it Told you we could gang up with it Flag up on yo waist, get sent to God Now you can hang up with it Go and get yo money, bro just stay committed Don’t send no congratulations If you sendin fake love with it Understand, the money and the hoes you get That hate come with it I’ve been thinking of buying a AR 15 And just spraying them with it Uh, I can still see shadows in my room Bitch I done stayed up with it, Put this album out and got my cake up with it Told you I ain’t playin with it Now I’m finna lay up with it This don’t come with souvenirs Niggas better pray up with it, ah