Текст песни Julius Randle (feat. 2glocks.red) - Drayko!

Ha, bitch
Yeah
Fuck you talking about?
Haha, fuck you talking about?
Yeah, What he say?

Aye
Can't slam on the brakes like my hands off the handles
Was serving nics call my play Julius Randle
He don't got a dollar for shit but he got the audacity to speak on me in ill manner
Don't clutch on my blunt if you know if you going to ramble
Designer my socks just to rock with the sandals
Visual learners use me as examples
They say I'm a villain, I say I'm the answer

"Aye fam Cashapp me five real quick"
What the fuck I ain't seen you since back in school
Ain't feeling like doing a god damn thing right now smoke some gas that shit like my fuel
Varsity jacket will tell you the story they saying that lately I been acting Rhude
You posing with ten dollars you don't pose no threat, on god that shit ain't even cool
Fuck with white bitches but I don't dabble in snow, only 8 ball I seen was in pool
Rather invest in some houses and cars I don't really give a fuck about diamonds and jewels
Halloween baby, don't even got to say to much I was born with the goblins and ghouls
How the fuck am I showing you up? I dropped out with a 2.0 and you still got schooled

My name 2Glocks you snooze you lose
When I was in school I ain't follow no rules
Passing these hoes like we playing ball my bro want the hoe so I threw him the oop
We in the BNB me and my crew, when the hoes come through boy we running through groups
I ain't going to lie, I got the Drac and my switch in my hand I'll shoot me a movie
Bitch best not play stupid
If she fuck with that side, I'mma just leave that hoe clueless
Me and Lil Black two deep on a opp nigga rip call bro, "Mr. Hop out and do it"
We like to walk shit down, get caught out of bounds six-two tell him ain't no more moving
I tell the hoe if she see me out in public with my bitch then she better play stupid
Give me the wok, stick a fuck nigga up, hell nah, boy don't do no moving
We on the chase right now, we ain't worrying about shit... out the whip yeah we cruising
Yeah this a six-two chop, six-two make him rot, hell yeah he got hit he was moving
Nigga got hit in the face with a Drac and switch hell nah he couldn't duck that Uzi
Yeah, yeah

I don't know what the fuck they talking about I just know they don't be talking about shit
Just smoked up a wood with the guys before we left got me walking through Walmart about high as bitch, bitch
Almost got threw in that cell I'm not talking about science and shit
I'm all about getting what's rightfully mine I ain't never promoting that violence and shit

Know Im the truth I can't even lie down
My pockets got knots walk like Doctor House
Finna end up eating your words looking stupid you can't really put your money where your mouth
Bad ADHD I be fidgeting thumbing my money whenever I start feeling wild
Denim tears on my tee, I got tears on my jeans walking through like I'm ready to tear some shit down

Nigga still dying for clout that shit get you clapped, Poof, disappear like it's magic
In the trap right now whatever you need, whatever you need come grab it
I ain't going to lie 12 been a little hot on the block so I ain't even been on the block
Just like the... in me I was down for some weeks I came back now I'm finna stir up the pot
We catch your ass out of bounds we don't give a fuck, we catch you your ass going to die
I'm with Lil Rich he really a tweaker he'll shoot if you blink nigga fuck all the oops
I'm getting cash while these fuck niggas mad and I ain't even mad I know what come with it
I'm standing ten toes up in my city
Nigga got hit with a...

Can't slam on the brakes like my hands off the handles
Was serving nics call my play Julius Randle
He don't got a dollar for shit but he got the audacity to speak on me in ill manner
Don't clutch on my blunt if you know if you going to ramble
Designer my socks just to rock with the sandals
Visual learners use me as examples
They say I'm a villain, I say I'm the answer
Haha, bitch
Yeah
Huh, Yeah
Come on