WHITE FLAG

By Draft Day

On FIRST ROUND

Released on September 24, 2025

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[Intro]

Yeah, slide, slide, slide

Man, us, us

Crete, Crete, Crete, Crete (Huh)

Crete, Crete, Crete, Crete (Huh)

Crete, Crete, Crete, Crete


[Chrous]

I'm tryna muh' fucking vibe or some

Pull up, she gon' divide them legs

After I'm done I get back to the bread

My dawg tote switchy like fuck the feds (Frrrt, frrr, frrr, frrr)

Ripping your chest and your head (Huh)

Somebody off of they meds (Yeah)

Spank that lil baby, he dead, want none else said, but white flag showing


[Verse 1]

Walk in that spot and I'm glowing

I know lil shawty, she choosing

Know that she ready spaghetti baghetti, you know how we stepping, we moving (Yew)

I done stayed down for so long nigga, I was tired of losing

Life like a motherfucking six-four, depending how you bounce back, is you gon' do it? (Yuh)

Boy, cause they be talking bout it (Yea!)

Ain't really no action around it

All around the globe they know us, when you see the star baby, don't freeze up (Phew)

I'm from Lauderhill, where we throw them Z's up (Phew)

Up in a V12 sliding with my feet up (Slide)

All black, you don't see when I creep up

Trying your best but these niggas can't keep up


[Verse 2]

They like, "Draft, you finally done heated up" (Draft)

Two twin sisters ready to eat it up

New York ting want me to beat it up

Out of my body right now, I'm geeked up

Real penthouse view, watch the sunrise

Come see how we move at the enterprise (Yuh)

Whatever you heard from them, just know that they cap, them boys is small fries (Cap, cap)

Penny pincher, ain't got a pot to piss in nigga (Yuh)

Ain't got no wock but the tris in nigga (Tris)

Load up the clip with some tracer bullets

Bottega bully, hop out with that fully, my twin 'bout to slide, know he ready to pull it (Yuh)

Everybody gotta die one day, so you better live it to the fullest

Show 'em how to do it


[Chrous]

I'm tryna muh' fucking vibe or some

Pull up, she gon' divide them legs

After I'm done I get back to the bread

My dawg tote switchy like fuck the feds (Frrrt, frrr, frrr, frrr)

Ripping your chest and your head (Huh)

Somebody off of they meds (Yuh)

Spank that lil baby, he dead, want none else said, but white flag showing