Drakeo The Ruler - Cocoon Freestyle lyrics
[Drakeo The Ruler - Cocoon Freestyle lyrics]
The doors on the whip Kamikaze
You get extorted, nigga that’s your problem
I’m riding around town with a rocket
It’s not science
Again with the gangster shit, man stop lying
Come pull up with nothin' but Karo
Nigga I’m not buying ‘em
I’m riding with a bitch in the rear
She got mileage she fucking for a fee
I’m giving her my guidance
I’m all about the green, my spinach
I’m Popeye
Remember we was broke and eating at Popeye’s
The oven in the kitchen was cooking up potpie
Laughing while I’m watching the news
Your mom’s crying
I really crashed foreigns in real life
Be quiet
The pussy been better than yesterday
She finer
I do this for the thrill and chill
Bitch I’m MacGyver
I’m riding with a criminal
Background and I am
Siding through the senator beach
No ceasefire
The Bogeyman creeping and crawling
Bitch I’m MacGyvin’
In traffic I’m a dreadhead
Solo think he a rasta
Who really with the bullies in school
Bitch my partners
These little niggas talk too much
They not 'bout it
I’m cooling in the back with
The pit's and Rottweilers
Givenchy and Moncler coats, I keep styling
These Maison Margielas is giving
Me free problems
Only rapper with ten chains in
The game and still flocking
Hopping out the Batman, black man
Just another black man
Who you expecting to see, Robin?
They think 'cause I’m a rapper it’s
Gon' be easy to rob me
3206 Naomi if it’s a problem, it’s nothing
Shooting kids
I heard I hit your little brother
Mr mosely, I’m the topic of discussion
Fake ass rappers, who he think he Joe Budden
We pay contractors, got commas, it’s nothing
Ugh
You get extorted, nigga that’s your problem
I’m riding around town with a rocket
It’s not science
Again with the gangster shit, man stop lying
Come pull up with nothin' but Karo
Nigga I’m not buying ‘em
I’m riding with a bitch in the rear
She got mileage she fucking for a fee
I’m giving her my guidance
I’m all about the green, my spinach
I’m Popeye
Remember we was broke and eating at Popeye’s
The oven in the kitchen was cooking up potpie
Laughing while I’m watching the news
Your mom’s crying
I really crashed foreigns in real life
Be quiet
The pussy been better than yesterday
She finer
I do this for the thrill and chill
Bitch I’m MacGyver
I’m riding with a criminal
Background and I am
Siding through the senator beach
No ceasefire
The Bogeyman creeping and crawling
Bitch I’m MacGyvin’
In traffic I’m a dreadhead
Solo think he a rasta
Who really with the bullies in school
Bitch my partners
These little niggas talk too much
They not 'bout it
I’m cooling in the back with
The pit's and Rottweilers
Givenchy and Moncler coats, I keep styling
These Maison Margielas is giving
Me free problems
Only rapper with ten chains in
The game and still flocking
Hopping out the Batman, black man
Just another black man
Who you expecting to see, Robin?
They think 'cause I’m a rapper it’s
Gon' be easy to rob me
3206 Naomi if it’s a problem, it’s nothing
Shooting kids
I heard I hit your little brother
Mr mosely, I’m the topic of discussion
Fake ass rappers, who he think he Joe Budden
We pay contractors, got commas, it’s nothing
Ugh