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trapmadejason - drake son lyrics

[intro]
uh uh

[chorus]
get off the ground, stop that dissin’ and pick your block up
how you say it’s smoke with me? i heard you never shot nun’
how you say you super shiesty? you ain’t never slime nun’
my lil’ bro he shoot for real, he look up to grandson
he do what i do, i guess that boy my grandson
walk ’em down, in a hoodie, you might think i’m trayvon
ridin’ in this white ‘benz, this bih’ look like drake son
when i up, wit’ this “pttt”, swear to god you can’t run
and i’m the one that bring the choppas’ around
we got choppa’ rounds, we’ll chop you down
when i was down bad on my d+ck, them ho’s had turned me down
i put racks in that ‘bih face, make her ass turn around
when i up wit this .556, dis’ b+tch’ll burn you down
trap house jumpin’, you walk in, it look like rolling loud
that boy had spoke up on my name, now he get rolled like loud
i hit his b+tch from the back, left my kids on her mouth, uh
cut the b+tch off, she was gettin’ too attatched
i suit up and shoot a film, this sh+t like men in black
dunk on his ass and break the rim, you might just think i’m shaq
uh, i play wit’ her cat while i ride in that scat’
uh, i ain’t got time to chat, i just get n+ggas whacked (blat)
uh, smokin’ on his bro, this sh+t came in a batch, uh, uh
crack his head, like a egg, leave it hatched, uh, uh
hold his b+tch for ransom, make him pay to get her back, uh
i got racks on racks, on racks, on racks, on racks, on racks
wit’ all these racks, put it on your head and that’s a brand new hat
i feel like osama son, we bl!cked up like iraq
that b+tch a munch, she think she valid, but we know she trash
we put sh+t in body bags, you could get body bagged
my bro, he shoot off purple drank, i call ’em steve nash
my bro he walk you down bare face, no he don’t need no mask
mask on, mask off, b+tch i feel like future, uh
mask on, mask off, i get my boy to mute you
chinese chopstick, turn yo’ brain to noodles
thinkin’ witcho’ f+ckin’ d+ck? and your head, you’ll lose it
got this chopstick from an artist, it be makin’ music
no i’m not your regular artist, yea i get straight to it
n+ggas bent my block, i’m still here, so they f+ckin’ blew it

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