WHITE FLAG

Album cover art for "WHITE FLAG" by Draft Day

Draft Day - Rap, Southern Rap

WHITE FLAG

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Duration: 2:23

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[Intro] Yeah, slide, slide, slide Man, us, us Crete, Crete, Crete, Crete (Huh) Crete, Crete, Crete, Crete (Huh) Crete, Crete, Crete, Crete [Chrous] I'm tryna muh' fucking vibe or some Pull up, she gon' divide them legs After I'm done I get back to the bread My dawg tote switchy like fuck the feds (Frrrt, frrr, frrr, frrr) Ripping your chest and your head (Huh) Somebody off of they meds (Yeah) Spank that lil baby, he dead, want none else said, but white flag showing [Verse 1] Walk in that spot and I'm glowing I know lil shawty, she choosing Know that she ready spaghetti baghetti, you know how we stepping, we moving (Yew) I done stayed down for so long nigga, I was tired of losing Life like a motherfucking six-four, depending how you bounce back, is you gon' do it? (Yuh) Boy, cause they be talking bout it (Yea!) Ain't really no action around it All around the globe they know us, when you see the star baby, don't freeze up (Phew) I'm from Lauderhill, where we throw them Z's up (Phew) Up in a V12 sliding with my feet up (Slide) All black, you don't see when I creep up Trying your best but these niggas can't keep up [Verse 2] They like, "Draft, you finally done heated up" (Draft) Two twin sisters ready to eat it up New York ting want me to beat it up Out of my body right now, I'm geeked up Real penthouse view, watch the sunrise Come see how we move at the enterprise (Yuh) Whatever you heard from them, just know that they cap, them boys is small fries (Cap, cap) Penny pincher, ain't got a pot to piss in nigga (Yuh) Ain't got no work but the tris in nigga (Tris) Load up the clip with some tracer bullets Bottega bully, hop out with that fully, my twin 'bout to slide, know he ready to pull it (Yuh) Everybody gotta die one day, so you better live it to the fullest Show 'em how to do it [Chrous] I'm tryna muh' fucking vibe or some Pull up, she gon' divide them legs After I'm done I get back to the bread My dawg tote switchy like fuck the feds (Frrrt, frrr, frrr, frrr) Ripping your chest and your head (Huh) Somebody off of they meds (Yuh) Spank that lil baby, he dead, want none else said, but white flag showing

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Credits

Writers
  • Draft Day
  • TrapMoneyBenny
  • Fye Beats
  • Rawbone