Mardi Gras

Micro Draco yeah I call it Microsoft Nigga say he had the sauce And came out with hot sauce It's 50s on these glocks Like we preparing for holocaust In Benihana eating expensive food Like Mardi Gras You ain't got the sauce for real You got a blue then pass it off I'm yo bitch favorite rapper She like my songs she say I'm raw Getting tired of the raq I probably go to Arkansas It's probably boring there to you I get my mula then I'm gone I don't f*ck with nun of these niggas Like the Ku Klux Klan Let a nigga try to rob Then he gone die over these bands If you ain't locked in Then I'm taxing you to make some bands They call me Mula But I can change my name quick to Uncle Sam All my whips black with tint Like a nigga a racist If you see me doing 190 Best believe I'm paper chasing Ole Willis ass nigga He do 190 to see a lady Ran it up at my momma house I started in the basement Now I'm finna buy her a new one In a community that's gated You been rapping all yo life And I'm the one And you hate it Took 5 and went in saks Naw these clothes ain't basic All glocks in this party Boa these poles ain't janky Put a switch ona glock Make a f*ck nigga dance Only bloods at my show I don't really f*ck with friends That's a Taurus not a glock You'll be lucky to get a hit Hit yo bitch from the back She say you the best I ever had Ran it up on my own boa I never needed a staff Feel like Dolph and them It's only paper in my path Just started rapping I'ma lottery pick in the draft You want some smoke Just send the lo Like the Yankees we gone slide Micro Draco yeah I call it Microsoft Nigga say he had the sauce And came out with hot sauce It's 50s on these glocks Like we preparing for holocaust In Benihana eating expensive food Like Mardi Gras You ain't got the sauce for real You got a blue then pass it off I'm yo bitch favorite rapper She like my songs she say I'm raw Getting tired of the raq I probably go to Arkansas It's probably boring there to you I get my mula then I'm gone