Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drake , by - FatBoy SSE. Release date: 05.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drake |
| Uhh uhh uhh uhh |
| Yea yuh, yea yea yea |
| 17 but I feel like the man |
| Walk around with that gun in my hand |
| .38 it ain’t ever gon jam |
| Most these niggas they hatin they fans |
| I was juggin ain’t know how to scam |
| Winded up losing one of my mans |
| Niggas lookin at me like damn shit ain’t going exactly as planned |
| Gang with me you know what we on |
| Headtap it ain’t hard to be gone |
| Paint the picture no need to be drawn |
| If we spin through the opps then we scoring |
| Smoking JT it feel out the bong |
| Thottie eat me she leaving her thing |
| Nigga talking through internet corn |
| Gallery look like internet porn fuck a thottie she told me she love me |
| I remember these bitches would dub me |
| I remember when I ain’t get no cars but she love it when I’m in her tummy |
| In the stu everyday cause I’m hungry cause the block wasn’t making no money |
| I was robbing & juggin & scheming |
| I ain’t tryna be walking around bummy |
| 17 but I feel like the man |
| Walk around with that gun in my hand |
| .38 it ain’t ever gon jam |
| Most these niggas they hatin they fans |
| I was juggin ain’t know how to scam |
| Winded up losing one of my mans |
| Niggas lookin at me like damn shit ain’t going exactly as planned |
| (Hann Hann Hann) |
| 17 when i touched my first grams I was running through the streets uh I became |
| a man |
| You get popped where you stand you get popped like a xan (boww) |
| You talk to the gang wrong we gon get ya fam |
| We ain’t play fair & if I don’t know you we don’t shake hands (Fuck outta here) |
| Got a lil scammer bitch she bought me 8 bands |
| The rule of the street number 1 we don’t take ya serious & if you do |
| You come around me you ain’t my mans cause you a coward you a pussy |
| You can’t hang with me aye Rob grab the choppa he gon bang it free |
| 17 but I feel like the man |
| Walk around with that gun in my hand |
| .38 it ain’t ever gon jam |
| Most these niggas they hatin they fans |
| I was juggin ain’t know how to scam |
| Winded up losing one of my mans |
| Niggas lookin at me like damn shit ain’t going exactly as planned |