[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Steady throwin' that bullshit up like it mean something
I'ma hit him with this nice smile and give him this mean hundred
Hit him with the chop ten times 'til he start beatboxing
She wanna give me head and shoulders, I need the fee out her
Let me guess, n***as wanna be my friend now?
Fifty million off Sue Young, bitch, I'm gentile
I'm an animal, this a hit stick
This 9 might not hold a hundred but it fits sticks
You reach for it, it's gonna be an early Christmas
Don't play with us if you ain't allowed to live here
Bitch, want me, I'm too macho
I got something in the duffle, El Chapo
Let the mud spill, I'ma show you where the mop go
Shit, I get disco fever
When I'm off this mud, I could bring back Jesus
When I'm with the plug, I could bring back 80s
Shit, I gives no fucks
Money whole life you ain't have no luck
Shit, don't hate me for it
I'll fuck the club up and Mae Ling pay for it

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I'll fuck the party up with this Draco
I'll fuck the party up with this chop
I'll fuck the party up with this Draco
I'll fuck the party up with this chop
I'll fuck the party up with this Draco
I'll fuck the party up with this chop
I'll fuck the party up with this Draco
I'll fuck the party up with this chop
Lil' mama, chill out
Lil' mama, chill out
Lil' mama, chill out
Lil' mama, chill out
Lil' mama, chill out
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'll fuck the party up with this micro Drac'
Just press a thousand Roxies up, now where I'ma take 'em?
Bro, these Percocets fake, I can tell when I break 'em
Stomped the dope so hard with my foot, damn near fell in the basement
These V cuts got me scratchin', my big toe itchin'
Our twenty ounces ain't the same, I dropped a four in it
Don't pull up on me extra tinted, I might blow in it
Just took a n***a heat, said I was walkin' to the store with it
I been fucking parties up for a long time
The first gun I shot a house up with was a chrome nine
A bitch can't get over on me, I got a strong mind
Traphouse look like Salvation Army, it's a long line
He said he had some Wockhardt, but it was artificial
My Glock like my best friend, I go to parties with him
Straight drop dope, this shit look like some snotty tissue
Good aim, I can pop a pimple when I pop the pistol

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I'll fuck the party up with this Draco
I'll fuck the party up with this chop
I'll fuck the party up with this Draco
I'll fuck the party up with this chop
I'll fuck the party up with this Draco
I'll fuck the party up with this chop
I'll fuck the party up with this Draco
I'll fuck the party up with this chop
Lil' mama, chill out
Lil' mama, chill out
Lil' mama, chill out
Lil' mama, chill out
Lil' mama, chill out
[Outro: Drakeo the Ruler]
Damn, shit, alright
I had to tell the bitch like, like, like, chill out
Man, n***as be acting like strippers, like damn
Like, lil' mama, chill out, like, man
You don't wanna have to fuck this party up, man
Damn
I've been thinking this whole time like
This shit bein' crazy
I know they gon' be like
(Damn, like that, Joog?)
Apparently it's like that
Lil' mama, chill out
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