Dracula The Underachievers

[Verse 1 - Solace a.k.a. Issa Gold]
Came a long way but my heart still sinning
Try to play me, get a mark where he living
Rich low-key, but I'm high still winning
Fits straight fleek, but my mind stay vivid
Shittin, nigga used to chef in the kitchen
Now I squeeze in a bitch, like the whip won't fit in
(?)Cheese(?) on my lips, but your bitch still kiss it
I'm a fiend for the cash, bet my team gon' get it
U.A. winning, you're team finished
Yeah I'm up right now, I need a lot more chicken
When the drum go 'round everybody get hitting
When the drugs run out, make your chick go get 'em
Slang, stuck in my ways
Tryin'a grow up so I'm cleaning my slate
Tryin'a get paid so I'm cleaning the plate
Fuck a new friend, yeah, my nigga, I'm straight

[Chorus - AKTHESAVIOR]
I get the work, then I bag it up
Flipping shit just like a spatula
Shorty come suck me like Dracula
I hit it once, then I package her
Pull out the stick, make you back it up
Talking dirty, we rinse 'em on camera
Fuck your opinion, you amateur
Only fuck with the winners, can't challenge us