Gucci Plug Nick Grant (Ft. DRAM)

[Verse 1]
This is heaven I swear, send the devil my prayers
Look hoe I’m showing my ass, that mean I’m never embarrassed 
Everything is bout business I feel like Erick and Parish
Quite bored with the games, back to checking you squares
This that murda murda, aye send my best wishes 
The games a dirty hoe, a well-dressed mistress
My blood cuz said I blew up am I set tripping 
Cause when you popping, bitches talk they even text different
Such a fresh prince, Will Smith and Wesson
I’m so fucking sharp, could stick some shit to tetanus
Okay the ice on chill but shit my life is Netflix
I came and took they spot when the argued who the best was
Okay it’s Nicky baby, I park the Benz on the curb
I ain’t have no excuses I had to make that shit work
Go head and drool on it baby, I been dripping since birth
‘Cause when shit ain’t that sunny I throw that shit in reverse
I’m gone!

[D.R.A.M. - Hook]
I just had to run it back
When I ran into the cash
Make you wanna run away
And go back to a sunny day

And I don’t want no cloudy skies 
When I look up in your eyes
I see you feel the same
Let’s go back to a sunny day