Draco

(Intro) (Beat kicks in with a dark, heavy 808 sub-bass and crisp drill hats) Yo, check the Gryffindor dorms, man...
Wake up at six, breath smelling like baseline dragon fire, straight rank.
Harry and Ron stepping out the common room, stunk up, haven't brushed teeth yet, man.
Out here looking proper dusty. Listen!
(Verse 1) Stepped in the Great Hall, breath stinkin', that’s a certy,
You lot ain't even ready, Gryffindor looking dirty.
Potter’s got the specs fogged up, Ron’s robes ripped,
Tryna chat to girls in the hall, but the game’s fully slipped.
Ron talking loud, breath loud as a Howler,
Girls take a step back, face turning sour.
We under the cloak, tryna scheme for a chat,
But the mouth stunk heavy, yeah we fell off like that.
Trying to get approval, man, we begging for a glance,
Chosen One title, but we still ain't got a chance!
(Chorus) Malfoy on his broomstick, that’s a different kinda speed, man,
Leavin’ Potter in the dust, that’s a fact, you gotta read, man!
Swooping through the pitch, green robes, pure-blood drip,
Catching every eye while Harry’s losing his grip.
He’s too fly, yeah, flying through the sky,
Malfoy on the Nimbus while the Gryffindors cry.
He’s too fly... yeah, he’s too fly.
(Verse 2) Look, Draco hit the pitch on a brand new broom,
Silver-haired boy bringing shadow and gloom.
Slithering past with the effortless flex,
While Ron’s in the corner getting hit with a hex.
Potter on the Firebolt trying to catch up,
Draco does a barrel roll, fillin' up his cup.
All the witches screaming from the Slytherin stands,
While Harry’s dropping quaffles, sticky butterbeer hands.
Stinky breath team, taking L's every week,
Draco gets the clout every single time we speak.
(Chorus) Malfoy on his broomstick, that’s a different kinda speed, man,
Leavin’ Potter in the dust, that’s a fact, you gotta read, man!
Swooping through the pitch, green robes, pure-blood drip,
Catching every eye while Harry’s losing his grip.
He’s too fly, yeah, flying through the sky,
Malfoy on the Nimbus while the Gryffindors cry.
He’s too fly... yeah, he’s too fly.
(Outro) (Fade out with sliding 808 bass line) Gryffindor common room...
Someone fetch the mints, man.
Potter, put the cloak away... Draco took the W again.
Track fades out