Drake-First-Person-Shooter-Audio_(Nobadsong.com)

First person shoot a mole, returning us on to a funeral For them niggas that say they don't off us You better be parking my work in a cubicle Yeah them boys had a lot but I knew the code A lot of niggas debating my numero Not the three, not the two, I'm the UNO Yeah, numero, UNO Me and Tricky, this shit like the Superbowl Man, this shit damn near big as the Big as what? Big as what? Big as what? Big as the Superbowl But the difference is it's just two guys Playing shit that they did in the studio Niggas usually say they verses better than me And they be terrible just like a two-year-old I love a dinner with some fine women When they start debating about who the gold I'm like, go ahead, say it then Who the gold? Who the gold? Who the gold? Who the gold? Who you bitches really rooting for? Like a kid that had that from January to November Nigga, it's just you and Cole Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the Superbowl Niggas so thirsty, they put me at beat I said them my words and start looking too deep I look at the tweets and start sucking my teeth I'm letting it rock cause I love the mystique I still wanna give me a song, who I be Can't trust everything that you saw on IG Just know if I diss you, I make sure you know that I hit you Like I'm on your call ID I'm naming the album to fall off, it's pretty ironic Consider they don't follow for me Bitches getting bigger, they waiting on the kid to come drop like a father to be Love when they argue, the hardest I'm see Is it K-Dot, is it Aubrey or me? We the big three like we started to leave But right now I feel like Muhammad Ali Yeah, Muhammad Ali The one that they call when they shit ain't connecting No more feel like I got a job in IT Rhyming with me is the biggest mistake The Spiderman meme is me looking at Drake It's like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons We got them attending with weights Can't have the gang out of the way from the bar Then it's shit like a prison escape Everybody step is with fucking and everybody breakfast And I'm about to clear my plate When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster The dope with the dope, the pen, the top toucher The spot rusher, spray this whole shit up The crop duster, not Russia But apply pressure to your cranium Calls automatic when aiming on With the boy in the status of stadium Ay, I'm about to I'm about to I'm about to Yo Yo I'm about to click out on this shit, I'm about to click I'm about to click out on this shit, I'm about to click I'm down to click out on you hoes and make a crime scene I click the trigger on a stick like a high beam And I was Benny Will when I was 19 She called my number, leave her hanging, she got it dry clean She got her Android on messages, it's lime green I search one name and end up seeing 20 teams Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine Man, I pack them in these phone like some sardines And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things You niggas still taking pictures on the golf stream My young is richer than you rappers and they all stream I really hate that you've been selling them some false dreams Man, if your part was up for sale, I'd buy the whole thing Would they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not They don't wanna hear that talk, cause it's a sore spot They know the boy the one, they gotta avoid Kyle I told Jimmy Jim, I'll use all three of me as our doorstop Girl, give me some here because I need it And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it Niggas talking about winning, it's gonna be repeated What the fuck, bro, I'm one away from Michael Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, boy Don't even pay me back on none of the favors, I don't need it