Casanova – Rip Rollie (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

[Intro]
See, I done ran through the white gold Sky Dweller
Rose Gold presi
The AP, nah I ain’t really fuckin’ with that shit no more
I’m gettin’ too much money
I’m gettin’ too much fuckin’ money

[Chorus]
R.I.P. to the Rollie
Patek ya’ neck if you don’t know me
Patek Phillipe for all my homies
You fake ass niggas just can’t clone me
100k on a cash out
A couple bricks in the crack house
Don’t let me pull this mask out
Heard you got it in the stash house

[Verse 1]
Oh that’s a Rollie? this 3 of those
But I like ya watch don’t get pita rolled
See you shinin’ in the club hope your peoples know
That I got it on my hip not in the vehicle
Before I signed a deal I had 100 pack
You signed a deal where your money at?
What you get a show I bet I double that
And those ain’t Rolex diamonds what you done to that?
You see my watch how it’s frozed up
You saw opps then you froze up
I got a Glock ready to load up
Ya song was hot all summer but now it slowed up
So it’s R.I.P. to the homie
If your watch tick-tock, it’s a phony
Before I took that shit you shoulda told me
I went to the jeweler look what he sold me

[Chorus]
R.I.P. to the Rollie
Patek ya’ neck if you don’t know me
Patek Phillipe for all my homies
You fake ass niggas just can’t clone me
100k on a cash out
A couple bricks in the crack house
Don’t let me pull this mask out
Heard you got it in the stash house

[Verse 2]
Try to be cool, get the right vibe
But no more Mr. Nice Guy
Hope the shell for the 12 is the right size
Got the hitta to my left and my right side
Bout to step to any rapper with his chain out
If he tryna resist blow his brains out
Baking soda for the blood, get the stains out
My drugs and my side bitch in the same house
You got lined for it, but you grind for it
What you sayin’, you ain’t ready to die for it?
If it ain’t about money ain’t got no time for it
But if it’s war, nigga I’m all for it
So it was R.I.P. to ya brodies
I don’t fuck with them niggas them niggas police
Patek is a watch that’s what they told me
And if you getting that money than nigga show me

[Chorus]
R.I.P. to the Rollie
Patek ya’ neck if you don’t know me
Patek Phillipe for all my homies
You fake ass niggas just can’t clone me
100k on a cash out
A couple bricks in the crack house
Don’t let me pull this mask out
Heard you got it in the stash house

Roc Marciano – Already (Rosebudd’s Revenge Album)

[Verse 1]
Titanium timepiece, dimepiece between the sheets with body heat
Maserati’s not leased
Cock the pump shottie, it make your body leak
Not your main hottie, she kinda knock-kneed
Mahogany woodgrain all in the five speed
Silk lay on me, pray for me
8 million stories in the naked city
The humidity it made the titties oil
Skin is salty, it’s sultry, can’t fault me
For all this ice on me I’m tryna stay frosty
Smokin’ lah out in Bogotá
The focus, niggas lookin’ like smokers in the eyes
You poked and left immobilized where the vultures fly
I’m bout to cop a home in Oceanside
Sky Dweller’s frozen in time, my mind’s a goldmine
You washed and left to dry on the clothesline
Hoes on your vines look like Kanye clothing line
Bring you closer to God, caught you laying low out in Omaha
Oh my god
Don’t start me [?]
Omar scar [?]
Send your family a nice postcard

[Chorus]
Pimpstead (already), get the bag (already)
New whips (already), all my hoes (already)
See my team (already), I been a G (already)
Light the weed (already), nigga we (already)
Yeah nigga (already, already)
How the fuck we get down boy (we already, already)

[Verse 2]
Kiss the ring, million dollar ding-a-ling swing
I’m just gettin’ back in the swing of things
My jeans fit me like Springsteen
Bring M16s I might need a spring cleaned
I’m tryna hear these niggas sneakers squeak
Think it’s sweet get your street sweeped
Sweep you off your feet, that’s off GP
Squeeze three at your Bentley GT
With the drum my queen Sheila E
The whips ceiling-free, rip the brick up like cream of wheat
We the team to beat
The fans demand new work, but I’m a man of few words
Your tool don’t burst if so then who heard, your view’s blurred
I couldn’t speak, the OG said chew your food first
Spoon was burnt, my shoes is worth an MF DOOM verse
Niggas they claim they ain’t rappers doin’ all the rappin’ (how that work?)
Niggas sayin’ they got cash and I’m saying they catfish
Ain’t none of that shit off Saks Fifth
No respectable establishment carries this
Save yourself the embarrassment, you shallow
When it comes to this apparel, you not parallel
You still in my shadow, ho nigga stealin’ my swag though
Now I know just how Satchmo felt

Future – Draco

[Intro]
You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree
Pluto

[Chorus]
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 1]
Lamborghini doors when I left off
They done fucked around, got a nigga pissed off
Nice little thot got a stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm
Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
A couple of pills and I got my soda filled
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa
She thinks she the one but to me she ain’t nothing but a thrill
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
I’ve been drippin’ like a God, what else?
I been dodgin’ all the flies, what else?
I been fillin’ up garages, what else?
I gave her a French ménage, what else?
Close your eyes eyes eyes
I’m about to slide slide slide
Wonder why why why
I stay in the sky sky sky
Pink molly, let me dance with her
Freestylin’, let me dance with her
Sky Dweller, it was sentimental
Rose gold, it was sentimental

[Chorus]
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 2]
Fuck up my bitch by the change
Want me to jump out the stage
I wanna jump in the air
You know the love ain’t fair
You killin’ then show us the proof
I already got the juice
Chain different colors like fruits
I like to hang out the roof
I got to train my bitches
I’m putting chains on my bitches
I’ll pull some chain on the snitches
I’m focused, I’m back on my mission
Flex on a nigga, no apologies
Molly Off-White done got to me
Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League
35 bitches at the St. Reg
Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the Curry
Pullin’ up wit Xan, can’t hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin’ syrupy
56 nights, I was dirty
Styrofoam cups servin’ patients
Heard you been talkin’ bout the kid
Knowin’ damn well that’s a flagrant (technical)
I cancel two bitches
I got me some new bitches
Come check out how I’m living
I got me some new drippy
I got me some new drip!
She ain’t got nothing to do with it
I’ll give my bitch to you
If that what she mean to you

[Chorus]
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 3]
Yeah I’m cruisin’ in the deep
I’m twisted up, I got geeked
Misbehaving with ya freak
Can’t tell she got teeth
I was in her mouth like veneers
Stop comparing my career
Designer flooded through the crib
Business furniture for real
Bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a nigga wig
Charge a half a mil for the gig
Middle fingers up, fuck the pigs
Diamonds fallin’ off me, let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin’ up a brick
Certified nigga out the six
Who was wrapping dummies in the zone
I was chargin’ 10 for the strong
Keep on goin’ in on this song
Keep an F&N at your home
Lesson learned and we moving on
I got Firm niggas, Al Capone
Got my Chi niggas on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born

Future – Draco (On Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

[Intro]
You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree
Pluto

[Chorus]
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 1]
Lamborghini doors when I left off
They done fucked around, got a nigga pissed off
Nice little thot got a stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm
Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
A couple of pills and I got my soda filled
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa
She thinks she the one but to me she ain’t nothing but a thrill
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
I’ve been drippin’ like a God, what else?
I been dodgin’ all the flies, what else?
I been fillin’ up garages, what else?
I gave her a French ménage, what else?
Close your eyes eyes eyes
I’m about to slide slide slide
Wonder why why why
I stay in the sky sky sky
Pink molly, let me dance with her
Freestylin’, let me dance with her
Sky Dweller, it was sentimental
Rose gold, it was sentimental

[Chorus]
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 2]
Fuck up my bitch by the change
Want me to jump out the stage
I wanna jump in the air
You know the love ain’t fair
You killin’ then show us the proof
I already got the juice
Chain different colors like fruits
I like to hang out the roof
I got to train my bitches
I’m putting chains on my bitches
I’ll pull some chain on the snitches
I’m focused, I’m back on my mission
Flex on a nigga, no apologies
Molly Off-White done got to me
Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League
35 bitches at the St. Reg
Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the Curry
Pullin’ up wit Xan, can’t hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin’ syrupy
56 nights, I was dirty
Styrofoam cups servin’ patients
Heard you been talkin’ bout the kid
Knowin’ damn well that’s a flagrant (technical)
I cancel two bitches
I got me some new bitches
Come check out how I’m living
I got me some new drippy
I got me some new drip!
She ain’t got nothing to do with it
I’ll give my bitch to you
If that what she mean to you

[Chorus]
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 3]
Yeah I’m cruisin’ in the deep
I’m twisted up, I got geeked
Misbehaving with ya freak
Can’t tell she got teeth
I was in her mouth like veneers
Stop comparing my career
Designer flooded through the crib
Business furniture for real
Bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a nigga wig
Charge a half a mil for the gig
Middle fingers up, fuck the pigs
Diamonds fallin’ off me, let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin’ up a brick
Certified nigga out the six
Who was wrapping dummies in the zone
I was chargin’ 10 for the strong
Keep on goin’ in on this song
Keep an F&N at your home
Lesson learned and we moving on
I got Firm niggas, Al Capone
Got my Chi niggas on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born

FUTURE – Draco lyrics

You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree

Pluto

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

Lamborgini doors but I never stop
Fuck around got a nigga pissed off
Nice little thot got stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm

Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield wo wo wo wo wo
A Couple of pills and I got my soda filled wo wo wo wo wo

Break out a sweat I go head over heels for these meals wo wo wo wo wo wo
She thinks she the one but to me she ain’t nothing but a thrill wo wo wo wo wo

Ive been drippin like a god with her
I been dodging all the fly what else
I been fillin up garages what else
I gave her a French monage what else

Close your eyes eyes eyes
Im about to slide slide slide
Wonder why why why
I stay in the sky sky sky

Pink molly let me dance with her
Freestylin let me dance with her

Sky Dweller it was sentimental
Rose gold it was sentimental

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

Fuck up my bitch by the change
Brought me from trap house to stage
I wanna jump in the air
You know the love ain’t fair

You killin then show us the proof
I already got the juice
Chain different colors like fruits
I like to hang out the roof

I got to train my bitches
Im putting chains on my bitches
Ill put some chain on some snitches
Im focused im back on my mission

Flex on a nigga no apologies
Matter how white done gotta me
Playing hockey with the ice in the major league
Thirty five bitches at the Saint Reg

Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the curry
Pourin up zan can’t hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin syruppy

Fifty six night I was 30
Stirofoam cups and patient
Heard you been talkin bout the kid
Knowing damn well that’s a flagrant

I cancel two bitches
I got me some new bitches
Come check out how I’m living
I got me some new drippin
I got me some new dripp
Ain’t got nothing to do with it
Ill give my bitch to you
If that what she mean to you

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

Yeah I cruising in the deep
Im twisted up I got geek
Misbehaving with ya freak
Can’t tell she got teeth

I was in her mouth like veneers
Start comparing my career
Cause I was flooding through the crib
Business furniture for real

I bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a nigga wig
Charge a half a mill for the gig
Middle fingers up fuck the pig
Diamonds fallin off my let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin up a brick
Certified nigga hot to six

Who was rapping diamonds in the zone
I was chargin 10 for the strong
Keep on goin in on this song
Keep an F&N at your home
Lesson learned and we moving on
I got firm niggas Al Capone
Got my Chi niggas on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born

Future – Draco (Future Album)

[Intro]
You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree
Pluto

[Hook]
Draco season with the bookbag
Backpack, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 1]
Lamborghini doors, but I never stop
Fuck around got a nigga pissed off
Nice little thot got stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm
Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield, wo wo wo wo wo
A Couple of pills and I got my soda filled, wo wo wo wo wo
Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these meals, wo wo wo wo wo wo
She thinks she the one, but to me she ain’t nothing but a thrill wo wo wo wo wo
I’ve been drippin’ like a god with her
I been dodgin’ all the fly what else
I been fillin’ up garages what else
I gave her a French monage what else
Close your eyes eyes eyes
I’m about to slide slide slide
Wonder why why why
I stay in the sky sky sky
Pink Molly, let me dance with her
Freestylin’, let me dance with her
Sky Dweller, it was sentimental
Rose gold, it was sentimental

[Hook]
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 2]
Fuck up my bitch by the change
Brought me from trap house to stage
I wanna jump in the air
You know the love ain’t fair
You killin’ then show us the proof
I already got the juice
Chain different colors like fruits
I like to hang out the roof
I got to train my bitches
I’m putting chains on my bitches
I’ll put some chain on some snitches
I’m focused im back on my mission
Flex on a nigga no apologies
Molly all white, done gotta me
Playing hockey with the ice in the major league
Thirty five bitches at the Saint Reg
Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the curry
Pourin’ up xan can’t hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin syruppy
Fifty six night I was 30
Styrofoam cups same patient
Heard you been talkin’ bout the kid
Knowin’ damn well that’s a flagrant
I cancel two bitches
I got me some new bitches
Come check out how I’m living
I got me some new jewelry
I got me some new drip
Ain’t got nothing to do with it
I’ll give my bitch to you
If that what she mean to you

[Hook]
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 3]
Yeah I cruisin’ in the deep
Im twisted up I got geeked
Misbehaving with ya freak
Can’t tell she got teeth
I was in her mouth like veneers
Start comparing my career
Designer flooded through the crib
Business furniture for real
I bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a nigga wig
Charge a half a mil for the gig
Middle fingers up fuck the pigs
Diamonds fallin’ off my let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin’ up a brick
Certified nigga hot to six
Who was rapping diamonds in the zone
I was chargin’ 10 for the strong
Keep on goin’ in on this song
Keep an F&N at your home
Lesson learned and we moving on
I got firm niggas, Al Capone
Got my Chi niggas on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born

Future – Draco lyrics

You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree

Pluto

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

Lamborgini doors but I never stop
Fuck around got a nigga pissed off
Nice little thot got stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm

Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield wo wo wo wo wo
A Couple of pills and I got my soda filled wo wo wo wo wo

Break out a sweat I go head over heels for these meals wo wo wo wo wo wo
She thinks she the one but to me she ain’t nothing but a thrill wo wo wo wo wo

Ive been drippin like a god with her
I been dodging all the fly what else
I been fillin up garages what else
I gave her a French monage what else

Close your eyes eyes eyes
Im about to slide slide slide
Wonder why why why
I stay in the sky sky sky

Pink molly let me dance with her
Freestylin let me dance with her

Sky Dweller it was sentimental
Rose gold it was sentimental

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

Fuck up my bitch by the change
Brought me from trap house to stage
I wanna jump in the air
You know the love ain’t fair

You killin then show us the proof
I already got the juice
Chain different colors like fruits
I like to hang out the roof

I got to train my bitches
Im putting chains on my bitches
Ill put some chain on some snitches
Im focused im back on my mission

Flex on a nigga no apologies
Matter how white done gotta me
Playing hockey with the ice in the major league
Thirty five bitches at the Saint Reg

Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the curry
Pourin up zan can’t hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin syruppy

Fifty six night I was 30
Stirofoam cups and patient
Heard you been talkin bout the kid
Knowing damn well that’s a flagrant

I cancel two bitches
I got me some new bitches
Come check out how I’m living
I got me some new drippin
I got me some new dripp
Ain’t got nothing to do with it
Ill give my bitch to you
If that what she mean to you

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

Yeah I cruising in the deep
Im twisted up I got geek
Misbehaving with ya freak
Can’t tell she got teeth

I was in her mouth like veneers
Start comparing my career
Cause I was flooding through the crib
Business furniture for real

I bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a nigga wig
Charge a half a mill for the gig
Middle fingers up fuck the pig
Diamonds fallin off my let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin up a brick
Certified nigga hot to six

Who was rapping diamonds in the zone
I was chargin 10 for the strong
Keep on goin in on this song
Keep an F&N at your home
Lesson learned and we moving on
I got firm niggas Al Capone
Got my Chi niggas on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born