D R a C O

Yeah

You know, I don't make too much trap music 'cause

I ain't been doin' this here for that down off

Yeah, I don't give no fuck though

What's up, ho?

Yeah

Walk out my trap with my drake on my shoulder

Boy, this shit rope and I play with my soldiers

We got the syrup, no waffle house

'Cept for the deuce and the four pour a eighth in my soda

Lil' boy, I know you a poser

Know you a foe with this weight on your shoulders

Bitch, we got D R a C O's

Catch you on paper workin', we gon' fold you

Woke up off the e-rock and put on my neck

'Less that G life stay right by my breakfast

I show that money then I throw that money

Then look at your ho like, go fetch, you bitch

This lean in my cup, I'm gon' shine on the set

My team, once you slip then you shine that bitch

Got gas for the low, it's on clearance

Come get you a set

If we beefin', I'm sweep, then come get you a lit

Bitch, I pop out with robbers and shooters

You purp and no startin' no brawl and my men get to shootin'

Let's play thirty three, all my men get to hoopin'

We throwin' them bullets, your men get to jukin'

Shoot up and down, hit his head and his eyes

Shoot hunnid rounds, put his head in his ass

We circle your block with a TEC and a MAC

Then shoot back and forth, put your chest on your back

My shit stay trap, I bring pistols to parties

My bitch so fine I should dine her in China

Bullets gon' make that boy fly like Jeff Hardy

We'll make 'em fly like it's finest designer

Bitch, see my chain ask me woe is the one

I show her the song when I'm tryna remind her

Showed her my gun, ask that bitch when she tell

Say, yes, take this beam and I shine it behind you

All my young **** move way for they cake

Don't tell 'em too much, they might run in your place

Gun in your face

Like where they stash all that safe

Or else we gon' blast in your face

I told them lil' ****, don't wyl out around me

Don't fuck up this money, go crashin' your place

Just look at the haters, they sad in the face

I count up these blues till they mad in the face

If I catch her up off a base

I'ma hit a home run

I put the bat to his face

Bitch, suck my dick

If she don't catch my kids when I cum

I let 'em splat on her face

Well, I got a stash where I feel like Wayne on Nicki

I'm in a lab with a Drake

They bust when you come

I swear that shit head won't feel numb

When I put this MAC in your face

Walk out my trap with my drake on my shoulder

Boy, this shit rope and I play with my soldiers

We got the syrup, no waffle house

'Cept for the deuce and the four pour a eighth in my soda

Lil' boy, I know you a poser

Know you a foe with this weight on your shoulders

Bitch, we got D R a C O's

Catch you on paper workin', we gon' fold you

Woke up off the e-rock and put on my neck

'Less that G life stay right by my breakfast

I show that money then I throw that money

Then look at your ho like, go fetch, you bitch

This lean in my cup, I'm gon' shine on the set

My team, once you slip then you shine that bitch

Got gas for the low, it's on clearance

Come get you a set

If we beefin', I'm sweep, then come get you a lit