First Person Shooter is the latest track of Drake and featuring artist is J. Cole. First Person Shooter Lyrics sung by Drake, J. Cole and written by Drake, J. Cole, Boi-1da, Coleman, Zac, Finatik, OZ, Vinylz and Tay Keith. Follow below and read the complete and original First Person Shooter Drake Lyrics.
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Drake First Person Shooter Lyrics
[ Part 1 ]
[ Intro Starts : Adonis & J. Cole ]
(Pew-Pew-Pew)
First-person Shooter Mode,
We Turning Your Song To A Funeral,
To Them Niggas That Say They Wan Off Us,
You Better Be Talking bout Working In Cubicles,
Yeah, Them Boys Had It Locked, But I Knew The Code,
Lot Of Niggas Debating My Numeral,
Not The Three, Not The Two, I Am The U-N-O
Yeah,...
Numero U-N-O
Me And Drizzy, This Shit Like The Super Bowl,
Man, This Shit Damn Near Big As The..
[ Verse No. 1: Drake]
Big As The What? Big As The What? Big As The What?
Big As The Super Bowl,
But The Difference Is
It's Just Two Guys Playing Shit That They Did In The Studio,
Niggas Usually Send They Verses Back To Me
And They Be Terrible, Just Like A 2-Year-Old,
I Love A Dinner With Some Fine Women
When They Start Debating About Who The G.O.A.T.,
I'm Like Go On 'Head, Say It Then, Who The G.O.A.T.?
Who The G.O.A.T.? Who The G.O.A.T.? Who The G.O.A.T.?
Who You Bitches Really Rooting For?
Like A Kid That Act Bad From January To November,
Nigga, It's Just You And Cole
Big As The What? Big As The What? Big As The What? (Ay)
Big As The Super Bowl...
[ Verse NO. 2 : J. Cole ]
Niggas So Thirsty To Put Me In Beef,
Dissecting My Words And Start Looking Too Deep
I Look At The Tweets And Start Sucking My Teeth
I'm Letting It Rock, Cause I Love The Mystique
I Still Wanna Get Me A Song With YB
Can't Trust Everything That You Saw On IG
Just Know If I Diss You, I'd Make Sure You Know
That I Hit You Like I'm On Your Caller Id
I'm Naming The Album The Fall Off,
It's Pretty Ironic, Cause It Ain't No Fall Off For Me
Still In This Bitch Getting Bigger, They Waiting On The Kid
To Come Drop Like A Father To Be
Love When They Argue The Hardest MC
Is It K-Dot? Is It Aubrey? Or Me?
We The Big Three Like We Started A League,
But Right Now, I Feel Like Muhammad Ali
Huh, Yeah, Yeah, Huh-huh, Yeah, Muhammad Ali
The One That They Call When They Shit Ain't Connecting No More,
Feel Like I Got A Job In It
Rhyming With Me Is The Biggest Mistake
The Spider-Man Meme Is Me Looking At Drake
It's Like We Recruited Your Homies To Be Demon Deacons,
We Got Them Attending Your Wake
Hate How The Game Got Away From The Bars,
Man, This Shit Like A Prison Escape
Everybody Steppers, Well, Fuck It,
Then Everybody Breakfast And I'm 'bout To Clear Up My Plate
(Huh, Huh, Huh)
When I Show Up, It's Motion Picture Blockbuster
The G.O.A.T. With The Golden Pen, The Top Toucher
The Spot Rusher, Sprayed His Whole Shit Up, The Crop Duster
Not Russia, But Apply Pressure
To Your Cranium, Cole's Automatic When Aiming Them
With The Boy In The Status, A Stadium
Nigga
[ Part 2 ]
[ Intro Starts : Drake ]
Ay, I Am Bout To, I Am Bout To,
I'm Bout To, Yeah
Yeah
[ Direct Verse : Drake ]
I'm Bout To Click Out On This Shit,
I'm Bout To Click, Woah,
I'm Bout To Click Out On This Shit,
I'm Bout To Click, Woah,
I'm Down To Click Out You Hoes And Make A Crime Scene,
I Click The Trigger On The Stick Like A High Beam,
Man, I Was Bentley Wheel Whipping When I Was Nineteen,
She Call My Number, Leave Her Hanging, She Got Dry-cleaned,
She Got A Android, Her Messages Is Lime Green,
I Search One Name, And End Up Seeing Twenty Tings,
Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine,
Man, I Pack Them In This Phone Like Some Sardines,
And They Send Me Naked Pictures, It's The Small Things,
You Niggas Still Takin' Pictures On A Gulfstream,
My Young ins Richer Than You Rappers And They All Stream,
I Really Hate That You Been Selling' Them Some False Dreams,
Man, If Your Pub Was Up For Sale, I Buy The Whole Thing,
Will They Ever Give Me Flowers? Well, Of Course Not,
They Don't Wanna Have That Talk, 'cause It's A Sore Spot,
They Know The Boy, The One They Gotta Boycott,
I Told Jimmy Jam I Use A Grammy As A Door Stop,
Girl Gave Me Some Head Because I Need It,
And If I Fuck With You, Then After I Might Eat It, What?
Niggas Talkin' 'bout When This Gone Be Repeated,
What The Fuck, Bro? I'm One Away From Michael,
Nigga, Beat It, Nigga, Beat It, What?
[ End Outro : Drake]
Beat It, What? Beat It, What? Beat It, What? Beat It, What?
Beat It, What? Beat It, What? Beat It, What? Beat It, What?
Beat It, What? Beat It, What? Beat It, What? Beat It, What?
Don't Even Pay Me Back On None Them Favors, I Don't Need It
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