SOS (DRAFT PICK) ft. WON & Junee Guapo Lyrics

I just might float far away, how much I took hard to say

I swear it's a part of me, I'm out the way so pardon me

Blues tucked in the cardigan, dripped out, I need water wrists

Foreign I'm tryna slide in it, foreign thang wanna slut on me

Cherry gelato she poppin' with me, check my schedule, I can see

I got sliders, ridin with me, we ganged up like colonies

Came from the bottom, but so underneath, had to go get the

Dollars and floss up my teeth

Keep all the ganja and hunnids with me, so she ridin' and tryna accompany me

Takin' a step, used to use my feet

Now I ride with the L and adjust in the seat

You don't get your way and then you trip,

You don't think about the way you live,

Leavin a trail that might get you clipped

I done been through some things you won't get

You got me questionin' your motive,

Cake blunt got me fully loaded

Can't stop till my neck frozen

They'll tell you I'm the one chosen

They say I'm the one like draft pick

I got some up my sleeve work the magic

In my city, it get tragic

Never thought I'd seen you in that casket

Never thought it'd be you when that Mac hit

Turn the light on, then get automatic

Brodie totin on Drake like Degrassi

So they hittin wit sticks like it's Madden

So she like me, let me double tap it

She tryna do things don't want him knowin bout it

Shawty come round and just flaunt off your body

She said it's somethin bout you, I don't know about it

I need the bank and you know it

I gotta wave and lil nigga its fluid

They say I'm the one, not much room for improvement

Hear how I walk on these beats and I prove it

I jus been kickin' shit, nigga, I'm booted

I jus been kickin' shit, nigga, I'm booted

Shawty up on me she shakin dat

I'm old to the shit and lil' nigga, you new it

I was cool in the cut and found out that you blew it

Call my phone with this shit and get the Call of Duty

I ball and I swoosh how I tell ya I do it

I'm cuttin' this shit up and causin' a nuisance

I'm cuttin' the cord to you niggas like newborns

Stone cold nigga, young Zello the jeweler

Swear I been doin' this shit since a junior

Schoolin' these niggas, don't need for a tutor

Drop ya nuts lil nigga you can get neutered

I'm in the space coupe, headin to Jupiter

Fly like an angel and ball like a sooner

If they hear my shit, round the world, might go tour

If she tryna do that, I might pull up to her

I need a big stack on my waist

I need a big stack on my waist

Gas is too loud, I can't hear what you say

Hit a lil eigth, point five with the trey

I just might float far away, how much I took hard to say

I swear it's a part of me, I'm out the way so pardon me

Blues tucked in the cardigan, dripped out, I need water wrists

Foreign I'm tryna slide in it, foreign thang wanna slut on me

Cherry gelato she poppin' with me, check my schedule, I can see

I got sliders, ridin with me, we ganged up like colonies

Came from the bottom, but so underneath, had to go get the

Dollars and floss up my teeth

Keep all the ganja and hunnids with me, so she ridin' and tryna accompany me

Takin' a step, used to use my feet

Now I ride with the L and adjust in the seat

You don't get your way and then you trip,

You don't think about the way you live,

Leavin a trail that might get you clipped

I done been through some things you won't get

You got me questionin' your motive,

Cake blunt got me fully loaded

Yeah, I wanna fuck on these bitches

I took a bitch to the trenches

You fuck with my gang you get stitches

I put some ice on my bezel

I'm foldin this bitch like a pretzel

Bitches be sayin' I'm weird

Cause I went in and copped me a septum

They'll treat you wrong if you let them

Niggas be hatin' on me

No, I never even met them

This bitch is so freaky, I hit from the side

I rock on these beats and I glide

My hair is so green, call me slime

They said that I'm fried, cause I want me a wife

Free my lil cousin he servin' that life

I know some niggas that kill you for the pints

I'm on this lil' bitch like white be on rice

She said WON, You the best rapper in the city

Now that I'm gettin' lit, yea she tryna give me that kitty

I said, no, no, no

I wanna stack my dough

I gotta keep my pole

I'll rather be alone

I'll rather be alone

I cannot trust me a hoe

I'll rather be alone