I'm in the jet right now, I'm doing ninety on the airways
Hey dray, I drank a fifth of casamigos
You dare me to play?
You know the song by Lil b, "fukk kevin durant"
About that guy who wanted to fukk that other guy
That's kinda how this is, you coulda fukked me
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a "good game" or a podcast shoutout
I hope you know I ripped all of your Michigan pictures off the wall
I love you dray, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Dray....shut up bytch, I'm tryna talk
Hey Dray, hear that?
that's my point guard singing in the back off the yak.
But I don't hold him accountable , I just sing and hit the griddy with him, see I ain't like you
'Cause if i make him mad he might leave, the team
will suffer more, and then my career is over
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the game now
Oh shyt, ja is waving his pipe around.