Shoulda Got a Verse From Drake lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hey

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Chase that pack a hundred grams and hit a grand slam
They talkin' 'bout some street credit, must not know I'm Uncle Sam
The flakes on the girls so pretty, press that sh*t again
Auntie runnin' out of veins, she shot the needle in her head
Auntie, that's my baby [?][0:22]
Know this one fine-ass b*tch, but she a cokehead
She don't know she get it from my work, I tell her go 'head
She think that I'm a fake pimp, don't know I'm the dope man
Half a mil' on the table, sh*t look like a jail spread
Put my foot on that dog food and almost lost my leg
Shootin' that chopper at a red light and almost poppеd my mans
Hit that crack pipe three times, I pop up like I'm Candy Man

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Man, huh, n*gga, huh
Tryna stack somе crates, you need to stack some pape'
Copped a hundred pounds of crank, I should've got a verse from Drake
From the bubble to the twang, that's the navy base
I told that b*tch to mind her business, hit this nose plate
n*gga
Oh, you tryna stack some crates, need to stack some pape', hey
I copped a hundred pounds of crank when I should've got a verse from Drake

[Verse 2: OnFully]
Serve brown and white, call it Gina, Pam
If you don't get that lingo, then your ass just don't understand
My pistol, use this b*tch to fry n*ggas, call it Fully pan
Poppin' with us, got caught up in the loop, it's a traffic jam
Came from the trenches, so happened I made somethin' out it
Your b*tch suck and swallow every day like it's her assignment
Free my brothers out them cells, solitary confinement
Fully probably still takin' hits if I go diamond

[Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
If we get two hundred bricks, we can go diamond
I made my college b*tch strip, I call the ho Diamond
I white and rose my whole kit, it came from gold mining
You got a b*tch, perform a trick, we call that broke-minded
I just got two bricks of fent', n*gga, on consignment
The color of 'em Off-White like Virgil designed it
I might run off on a n*gga, hit him with the Heisman
Pop an opp with a four-five, I had Jordan sign it
[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Huh, tryna stack some crates, you need to stack some pape'
Copped a hundred pounds of crank, I should've got a verse from Drake
From the bubble to the twang, that's the navy base
I told that b*tch to mind her business, hit this nose plate
Oh, you tryna stack some crates, need to stack some pape', hey
I bought a hundred pounds of crank when I should've got a verse from Drake