All Drakes lyrics

[Intro]
I keep tellin' you the same f*ckin' thing about things, man
You always tellin' me, man
What the f*ck is the use of havin' soldiers if you can't use 'em?
That's why I'm Rico, that's why I do what I do, n*gga
Yeah

[Verse 1]
We gon' make it industry, or in the streets
I told bro fry the block if it's any beef
We send them birds through the air, these n*ggas sendin' tweets
Come and light your crib up like it's Christmas Eve
Yeah, I moved out of the hood and I miss my fiend
Hide your ho, I done f*cked every b*tch I seen
I ain't seen a fast turtle or a b*tch I need
Three hundred racks in two months, n*gga, this sh*t easy
Was raised in the ghetto, boy, n*gga, this for Peezy
Them b*tches seventeen-five, somebody call Jeezy
n*ggas ain't have no faith in me, I made 'em believe it
Bro, like how you playin' quarterback, but you really receiver?

[Chorus]
Hit your block broad day, big opp, small K
Toosie Slide on them n*ggas, we hop out with all Dracs
Boy, don't touch none of these men, on my mama, we all made
I got twenty-seven killers on my line, they all paid
Hit your block broad day, big opp, small K
Toosie Slide on them n*ggas, we hop out with all Dracs
Boy, don't touch none of these men, on my mama, we all made
I got twenty-seven killers on my line, they all paid
[Verse 2]
All these drugs, I abuse 'em, b*tches, I excuse 'em
What's the point of a n*gga havin' soldiers and don't use 'em?
Kill a n*gga with his mama, f*ck a n*gga, yeah, I'm ruthless
She say she love me, but got a n*gga, she confusin'
Still payin' one-fifty for a pill, I'm 'bout to move in
If one n*gga went out of the count, the whole crew in
Your b*tch bought her own flight back, but she got flew in
Two b*tches sittin' in my coupe, I feel like Lou Williams
They don't wanna pay that hood fee, make 'em move then
And I'ma split the bag with my dog when the food in
Heard her old n*gga lame, she textin' me she need a new man
I hit him in his head, now his picture on the news, damn

[Chorus]
Hit your block broad day, big opp, small K
Toosie Slide on them n*ggas, we hop out with all Dracs
Boy, don't touch none of these men, on my mama, we all made
I got twenty-seven killers on my line, they all paid
Hit your block broad day, big opp, small K
Toosie Slide on them n*ggas, we hop out with all Dracs
Boy, don't touch none of these men, on my mama, we all made
I got twenty-seven killers on my line, they all paid