Drake Marrgielaa (Ft. 800pts)

[Verse: 800pts]
You not in the field, boy, stop the lies
Blick make his ass fly
And yo' bitch think I'm that guy
I might shoot him in his eye
She never seen guns like mine
You never seen guns in yo' life
Stop lyin' boy, you not bout that life
Stop the lie, please stop the cap
Youn' trap lil' boy, you act
You so gay, boy, you a fag
You keep biting, you a fan
Fuck that bitch, her ass fat
Mix the Ricks up with the Raf
Fuck school, I'll skip class
Kidnap him in a white van

[Verse: Marrgielaa]
(Yeah, uh)
Fuck school, got the Glock in my backpack
I'm on five xans, havin' flashbacks
What you gon' do when I hop out that Hellcat
We da reason why yo' brudda a hashtag
Imma' sip that wock, all these niggas do is talk
I'm on the streets, nigga, like a sidewalk
What you gon' do when we stop on yo' block
I'm not weird, nigga, R. Kelly
Slide, my brudda YNW Melly
Say you want smoke, nigga, send the addy
Feel like a slave when I'm in the valley
I do not claim my son like I'm Drake
I'm off of five Percs, finna shake
Niggas be mid so they gettin' hate
Nigga [?]