Nathan lyrics
by Drakeo the Ruler
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
My shooter ain't got no sense, n*gga, what brain?
Don't make us put a hundred shells in that mustang
All you n*ggas do is lie, steal and pump fake
I set you up in real life, if you ain't know Nathan
My shooter ain't got no sense, n*gga, what brain?
Don't make us put a hundred shells in that mustang
All you n*ggas do is lie, steal and pump fake
I set you up in real life, if you ain't know Nathan
Take the leese off the b*tch, you a cupcaker
Stop fronting, on the 'Gram, you be pump faking
[Verse 1: PettyPetty]
My shooter brainless, less he pulling out that V12
If I'm pulling up, I'm shooting, they gon' see shells
Never f*ck with thots, keep the Glocks, know [?]
The way a n*gga juuging in the streets, I gotta keep bail
These n*ggas pump faking, Petty [?] n*gga b*tch, but I'm done taking
Getting money, dropping hundreds, let the bumms take them
And I'm on top now, a n*gga done racing
Yeah, cupcake [?]
I ain't never in the race, I'm on top now
Got a Glock FN, got a [?] now
Tell a fan don't run into the whip, might get shot down
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
My shooter ain't got no sense, n*gga, what brain?
Don't make us put a hundred shells in that mustang
All you n*ggas do is lie, steal and pump fake
I set you up in real life, if you ain't know Nathan
My shooter ain't got no sense, n*gga, what brain?
Don't make us put a hundred shells in that mustang
All you n*ggas do is lie, steal and pump fake
I set you up in real life, if you ain't know Nathan
Take the leese off the b*tch, you a cupcaker
Stop fronting, on the 'Gram, you be pump faking
[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
How you think you gon' get away, you in the mustang?
We superstars, we ain't beefing with no no names
My shooter lost his mind, but he'll still blow brains
A n*gga [?] still want more drank
[?] gas, I smoke propain
My next piece, I need diamonds in the whole chain
He keep blowing up her phone, he a cupcaker
I was in school with the bullys and the lunch takers
This not no [?] gun, this an exotic Glock
Aiming the 30 with the [?] from the top
Pull up on him, Call of Duty, [?] Black Opps
n*gga working with the porkeys, we'll wack cops
The Plug
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
My shooter ain't got no sense, n*gga, what brain?
Don't make us put a hundred shells in that mustang
All you n*ggas do is lie, steal and pump fake
I set you up in real life, if you ain't know Nathan
My shooter ain't got no sense, n*gga, what brain?
Don't make us put a hundred shells in that mustang
All you n*ggas do is lie, steal and pump fake
I set you up in real life, if you ain't know Nathan
Take the leese off the b*tch, you a cupcaker
Stop fronting, on the 'Gram, you be pump faking