optic - draf lyrics
[verse 1: bloodmoneyluna]
rollie white gold, flooded diamonds, caramelldansen
linalool my aromatic, air it out like air mattress
stallin’ me like care package, sit ’em down like chris hansen
i just spent like ten bands, went overboard like titanic
twenty*two ounce jeans stand up on they own, they walkin’
feel like paul up at the mall, i really wanna cop it
every time i fall asleep i’m waking up on prospit
3.5 of acapulco gold, then i’m queueing office
it’s due process, f*ck what you wanna do
stay on the move, double knot on my running shoe
sippin’ this 40 off, w diesel
lеt that side eye off, dw
rеd carpet out when i’m comin’ through
redline s13, that engine blew
red bottom spike, chris louby boot
red bottom cup, this ain’t just juice
up in the stu, i’m smokin’ boof
yeah, uppin’ that chop like breaking news
plug said take a break, that’s why i’m takin’ two
make a move, push 180 in that coupe
headglitchin’ out the window, feel like scumpy when i shoot
[verse 2: draf]
i don’t need a handout
pull up on bro, air the b*tch out
yeah, i brought the stick out
smoking on bro, pull the swish out
yeah, my checks are big now
i’m smoking big loud
can’t eat the b*tch out
in my fancy fit now
run the bread up every day like i ain’t got sh*t else
f*ck the b*tch ‘n’ i don’t even care, i kick the b*tch out
trigger finger like an optic member, i air the b*tch out
yeah, yeah, i air the b*tch out
[verse 3: reef]
yeah, that b*tch can’t breathe without drugs
b*tch talkin’ sh*t, he won’t leave without slugs
slime weak as f*ck, he spilt lean on my rug
twin a og, he got dope by the ton
b*tch bro a s*d*st, he love watching ’em run
yeah, we can f*ck once then i’m done
if i pop one more i’m done
i can’t smoke your dro, i’m cryin’
i hop on foot tryna catch the b*tch
ran through your wallet like, b*tch, where the rest of it?
said i’m behind, but i’m so far ahead of it
he smoking reggie, that boy is irrelevant
yeah, i pop a perc for the h*ll of it
i pop a perc for a boost
slime hawking him down, got blood on his boots
i murdered the beat, its blood in the booth, yeah
[verse 4: chapter]
i’m rocking all fashion
i don’t do talking, i’m just gonna blast ’em
you wanna beat me, boy, you not ’bout that action
i turn that boy to the past tense
me ‘n’ your b*tch in the bnb (brr)
all day i’m flexing d&g (brr)
one date, now she wan’ be with me
h*ll nah, girl, that’s a c&d
i’m with my bros and we top floor
yeah, the top floor but we want more
it ain’t nothing, take your mi amor
in the benz now, not a accord
we spin sh*t like we in soar
got big bands and it’s offshore
got two gl!cks, what you fight for?
and i take flights like i’m on tour
[verse 5: mental]
too many bands, i should go and spend them at the mall, yeah
too many fans, they want pics with me, can’t get them all, yeah
he getting bent, he can’t hang with us, can’t hang at all, yeah
too many brands, too many clothes on me, can’t fit them all, yeah
too many hoes, not enough friendship
i’m tryna get a lil’ bag then i spend it
he just my son, yeah, he my apprentice
said he want beef, i told that boy, “send it”
i don’t think he got the message
he’s in the other direction i’m headed
vet on vet on vet, yeah, i’m vetted
texts on texts on texts, i ain’t read it
[verse 6: blxty]
yeah, bet ya ass i come in with the windows tinted
swag as the f*ck, backwards on the fitted
bad kid, haven’t seen god in a minute
woah, i pull up with a fur bag, fur bag, she call me a dirtbag
i made the wave and they surf that
money flirt with me, i flirt back
yeah, bet ya ass i come in with the windows tinted
swag as the f*ck, backwards on the fitted
bad kid, haven’t seen god in a minute
woah, i pull up with a fur bag, fur bag, she call me a dirtbag
i made the wave and they surf that
money flirt with me, i flirt back
[verse 7: funeral]
yeah, pick up the flight, i’ma fly that b*tch out, like, i’m sorry, yo’ b*tch sl*tted out
1v20 when i walk in the function, leave, got blood in my mouth
b*tch, i came to merc, i got a purse, it’s a gun in this purse
sh*t never get better, this sh*t gettin’ worse
i treat my 24 like it’s a purge
b*tch, i’m like one bad day ‘fore i snap
if i take his life, he ain’t taking it back
sub 2k, keep that ho in the bag
like .40 on this ho, so this ho getting whacked
b*tch, it don’t take none, take a motherf*cker soul
when i go in the ground, yeah, i know where i’ll go
b*tch, i live in the dark, ho, i thrive in the cold
i awake in the place where my life got sold
[outro: bloodmoneyluna]
rollie white gold, flooded diamonds, caramelldansen
linalool my aromatic, air it out like air mattress
stallin’ me like care package, sit ’em down like chris hansen
i just spent like ten bands, went overboard like titanic
twenty*two ounce jeans stand up on they own, they walkin’
feel like paul up at the mall, i really wanna cop it
every time i fall asleep i’m waking up on prospit
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