WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - Draft Day Freestyle lyrics
rate meI see you, little bro
Haha, numero uno
Came from nothing, now your pockets all sumo
Conflicted prediction, but shhh, what do you know?
Time is ticking in that watch like a Hublot
Got a weapon out in Texas
It's a celebration, hundred bottles to the section
Now the models undressing and them dollars we investing
Count your money and your motherfucking blessings
I'm a real hitter, I salute a real hitter
Now your bank account and mama house a lot bigger
More sacks than my partners in the trap
And all you haters and doubters can fall back
S-C, that's the home of benjies, squad
Jungle boy, two spoons, gotta eat, squad
God works in mysterious ways
I just work to keep on living that luxurious way
And the jury can say whatever they please, you can't judge me
I'm the people so the real people love me
Trust me, from Riverdale, ain't too many chances
Ain't too many choices, ain't too many answers
Whole lotta questions, whole lotta stressing
I've been progressing back to the S and
My bank account and my bitch, a pretty site
White boys be like, “Waka, dude, you really tight”
Beat a rapper up sometimes, I think I really might
Just to prove that we heavy and they really light
Like
Shout out to Rockhill
I know my boy enjoying how the top feel
Stay focused, work hard, go and prove a point
And let these haters run they mouth until they lose they voice
Verizon man swag, can you hear me now?
Can they see me now? Can they feel me now?
I know what it's like to get criticized
To say he don't deserve it, but in my eyes
You see the pain, you see the struggle
You see the grind, you see the hustle
Feel me?
Nigga, it's draft day
Number one, number one until my last day
Feel me?
It's draft day
Number one, number one until my last day
Squad
YPC what up?
Curley, Mike D, AJ
What up, man?
I said it's Clowney, they can't doubt me
I said it's Clowney, they can't doubt me
Squad
Flockaveli 2 on the way, motherfucker
Draft Day
Squad
