Shoulda Got a Verse From Drake

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Hey [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Twist that pack a hundred grams and hit a grand slam They talkin' 'bout some street credit, must not know I'm Uncle Sam The flakes on the girl so pretty, press that shit again Auntie runnin' out of veins, she shot the needle in her head Auntie, that's my baby, love when she go on her lil' blow binge Know this one fine-ass bitch, but she a cokehead She don't know she get it from my work, I tell her go 'head She think that I'm a fake pimp, don't know I'm the dope man Half a mil' on the table, shit look like a jail sprеad Put my foot on that dog food and almost lost my leg Shootin' that chopper at a red light and almost poppеd my mans Hit that crack pipe three times, I pop up like I'm Candy Man [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Man, huh, nigga, huh Tryna stack some crates, you need to stack some pape' Copped a hundred pounds of crank, I should've got a verse from Drake From the bubble to the Twain, that's the navy base I told that bitch to mind her business, hit this nose plate Nigga Ho, you tryna stack some crates, need to stack some pape', hey I copped a hundred pounds of crank when I should've got a verse from Drake [Verse 2: OnFully] Serve brown and white, call it Gina, Pam If you don't get that lingo, then your ass just don't understand My pistol, use this bitch to fry niggas, call it Fully pan Poppin' with us, got caught up in the loop, it's a traffic jam Came from the trenches, so happened I made somethin' out it Your bitch suck and swallow every day like it's her assignment Free my brothers out them cells, solitary confinement Fully probably still takin' hits if I go diamond [Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands] If we get two hundred bricks, we can go diamond I made my college bitch strip, I call the ho Diamond I white and rose my whole kit, it came from gold minin' You got a bitch performin' a trick, we call that broke-minded I just got two bricks of fent', nigga, on consignment The color of 'em Off-White like Virgil designed it I might run off on a nigga, hit him with the Heisman Pop an opp with a four-five, I had Jordan sign it [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Huh, tryna stack some crates, you need to stack some pape' Copped a hundred pounds of crank, I should've got a verse from Drake From the bubble to the Twain, that's the navy base I told that bitch to mind her business, hit this nose plate Ho, you tryna stack some crates, need to stack some pape', hey I bought a hundred pounds of crank when I should've got a verse from Drake