Drake Bel lyrics

[Verse 1: lungskull]

[Verse 2: yuke]
He get slimed, just like Nick
I got a red beam, but I will not pull a stick
Ima run down wit' lil’ Jacky, we gon' shoot a n*gga crib
Took me an opp, pull up on n*ggas and they drip, yeah
n*gga, you like 40, goin' nowhere, get a grip
Yeah they sippin’ on her titties, but I'm not like give her milk
I'm a young, thot slayer, make the whole heart melt
Ho don't really love me, she just loves what's on my belt
b*tch, If I f*ck, you can't go, and kiss and tell
Pullin' all the hoes, I'm the sh*t like Drake Bell
Shoutout my n*gga Jacky, ’cause I think he madе a mil’
Ima go cop an 8 ball, and I sell
Yeah, huh