Draft Day - BUCUM Lyrics

Bucum
Keep a cooler, get the message
These niggas done learnt they lesson
(Yeah)
(Man)

Wide body Bentayga, wired money, I'on't touch cash
I'ma real player, dawg, I-N-T hoe slayer, dawg
Smell like money I'm takin' these trips
I'm on the road to the top, yeah, I took it
Hang with some niggas that still livin' crooked
I got yo' back they gon, do whatever for them Benjamins
They gon' chase 'em down like Bucum(hey)

They gave him the book, yeah they cooked 'em (hey)
I finally woke up, yeah I shook 'em
I shook them demons right up off me (huh)
I pray that my right hand don't never cross me
All these random as niggas callin' me they "Twin" is where they lost me
Tell 'em get they money up, all they wanna do is joke
Turban wrap like Taliban, my dawg search for all the smoke
Turn her up if I like her, now she Draft's baby
She so goddamn perfect know I swag wavy
If you not speakin' 'fetti then it's f*ck you, pay me
Whole lotta red inside my cup, I'ma love you, hate you like Carti
Know she pressure and she thick that's just how I like 'em
One of dem niggas that's really lit to come and take that title

Wide body Bentayga, wired money, I'on't touch cash
I'ma real player, dawg, I-N-T hoe slayer, dawg
Smell like money I'm takin' these trips
I'm on the road to the top, yeah, I took it
Hang with some niggas that still livin' crooked
I got yo' back they gon, do whatever for them Benjamins
They gon' chase 'em down like Bucum (Bucum)

I baited it out now I hooked 'em
It's hard to choose one when they all overlooked me
Now I'm packed out they barely can book me
Over packed, overseas, I'm all on that
I talk keys, I spit real facts
I spend cheese, we keep it mac

Wide body Bentayga, wired money, I'on't touch cash
I'ma real player, dawg, I-N-T hoe slayer, dawg
Smell like money I'm takin' these trips
I'm on the road to the top, yeah, I took it
Hang with some niggas that still livin' crooked
I got yo' back they gon, do whatever for them Benjamins
They gon' chase 'em down like Bucum