Lyrics of ' Baby Drake ' by NoCap

(Drew, this is fire)
Uh, uh
(Retro, why you goin' so crazy?)
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah (CCJ shot this)

White teeth got me lookin' professional, but that's a bait
Know we call the chopper Adonis, it's a baby Drake
They know I got Whoopty-Whoop (Frrt), then I moved out of state
That shit still'll haunt me sometimes, I deal with it and pray

Oh, oh, I done ran up a knot
Another dollar then my pants finna bust, oh, yeah
No, it's not semen on the money, but the cash comin'
I like my bitches pretty face with a flat stomach

Damn, I hate these niggas so much, NoCap a Nazi
Took a break, they thought I fell off, but I was plottin'
Car that do two hundred, like Cam, they wanna rob me
Might take that Hellcat to the vet, sound like it's barkin'

Asked her do she wanna ride, she say: Mhm-hmm
Pretty girls for all my guys, she say: Mhm-hmm
You keep Chanel all on your feet? She say: Mhm-hmm
You got the newest Van Cleef? She say: Mhm-hmm

Thank you ma', you raised a man, I got one on top the rocket
Shawty cool with me on sharin', she know I won't tell nobody
I got tired of being broke, I had to sell something
If you want beef, we stake you out, make sure it's well done
Bodies is the hood, they do not come from Miami
Dick in the Nina, I just turned the Glock to a tranny
Dangerous and rich, you'll catch me in the Wraith with a vest
Keep pillow talkin' to them hoes, and they gon' lay you to rest

White teeth got me lookin' professional, but that's a bait
Know we call the chopper Adonis, it's a baby Drake
They know I got Whoopty-Whoop (Frrt), then I moved out of state
That shit still'll haunt me sometimes, I deal with it and pray

Oh, oh, I done ran up a knot
Another dollar then my pants finna bust, oh, yeah
No, it's not semen on the money, but the cash comin'
I like my bitches pretty face with a flat stomach

I keep her feet did
Pay the car note, so they won't tow it
If rappers sneak diss, bullets hit they Cuban links, on God
If she a neat bitch, got her up in Saks like Colt McCoy
Know you a good girl, but what you gon' do for a star?
In the stu', I'm rappin' till it's nine in the mornin'
She in Booby, trappin' till it's nine in the mornin'
Area 29 till it's nine in the mornin'
Girl, you gotta be from Houston, all that ass on you
Know you a demon, every chance I get, I brag on you
She pretty and petite, call her PP (No urine)
I like her clean-shaven, she like her Rick Owens furry

Asked her do she wanna ride, she say: Mhm-hmm
Pretty girls for all my guys, she say: Mhm-hmm
You keep Chanel all on your feet? She say: Mhm-hmm
You got the newest Van Cleef? She say: Mhm-hmm

White teeth got me lookin' professional, but that's a bait
Know we call the chopper Adonis, it's a baby Drake
They know I got Whoopty-Whoop (Frrt), then I moved out of state
That shit still'll haunt me sometimes, I deal with it and pray

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