Andre Drummond

I'm in the black Escalade headed down fifty-nine Finally go and see a bad bitch you know that hoe fine Ain't no motherfucking nine Cause I only f*ck with dimes Yea bitch it's Saint Bricc I ain't scared to commit no crimes I do that shit all the time All the shit I say rhymes Talking shit to me I'll make yo head leak slime Yea I'm in my prime and I'm gone stay that way I just checked my phone I done made 10k today And I ain't been up an hour Crashed like twins towers I got more hoes then that nigga Austin Powers Smoking some Sour Power I eat ass long as she shower This bitch is on my dick She suck it yea she devoured Then I dig up in her ribs Give it all I got to give Knocking the bottom out this hoe Mane I pray this hoe live And I don't want the pussy unless she swallow these kids Most of these niggas so pussy they can't follow my trends You can beef all you want to bet not follow this Benz Cause I'll have some fucking killers follow you and your friends That'll be the day that yo fuckin life ends And I know how to spray through these Cartier lenses Cartas on my face .40 on my waist Put this Smith and Wesson in your mouth How this forty taste? I'm in something that cost an eighty ball u can't afford to race I don't ever sit in jail that long cause I can afford the case Or I might f*ck around and go on the run Them Crackers can't keep up the pace You know a nigga been stashing his funds I might take a trip to space Waiting on the back ends to come I done picked up the pace If I catch you lacking son Put this bitch straight in yo face You can't imagine what I'm packing cause That bitch came wit a case So we got something in common On the block like Andre Drummond These packs they just keep coming Through these racks I'm steady thumbing When a nigga want some some pure cocaine I'm the one he summoned Get a truck in now it's pumping I got the whole block jumping I'm full of motherfucking xans but I know how to function You ever see me pull that can? Guaranteed I'm dumping And you know when I'm on the xans don't give a f*ck bout nothing If you need a master plan let's have a discussion Cause I know how to run up bands from absolutely nothing My dope pure don't do no cutting Hop in the car and press a button Lame ass nigga be dick riding talking bout "Saint Bricc that's my cousin" But nigga we ain't related You only saying that shit cause I made it If I can't at least pocket $500 then my nigga I can't fade it 10k cash to get outta jail guaranteed I paid it Pull up to the crib punch in a code yea my shit is gated I don't ever get mad nigga I just get motivated So that mean the more that I flex The more that u gone hate it I like for my pounds to be like me I love when they over weighted Fat nigga And my eyeball game on point nigga I ain't even got to weigh it I'm the motherfucking goat you ain't even got to say it You niggas claim u selling clean but every nigga say that You say you trapping hard than a bitch How many times u done been raided DEA they came for me But I found a way to evade it You wouldn't believe how cool I played it Every day I thank the lord I made it I don't wanna go to jail but I will So u better find u somebody else to play wit Leave yo stupid ass laying on the pavement All because you didn't bring me my payment F*ck wasting time trying to remind u nigga I ain't even gone say shit