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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DracBaby
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reginald Felix
Songwriter
Lyrics
What's up, Red?
Thanks for the bike
But you got on my forty, homie? (DJ Kidd, this a hit for sure)
I thought you had two hundred dollars
I do
But I wanna spend Red's money
The opps better play shit safe
Them folks better stay out the way
I'm spinnin' 'bout cuh
**** ass gon' die, he gon' feel this Drac'
Long live Paid, we still gettin' paid
I ain't knock shit back when I fuck Leray
Fat boy, I ain't gettin' no place
Since he goin' for the ho, we gon' bake him a cake
High-speed, 12, get away
Nah, I ain't Tay, but I been beat the race
Don't come around askin' 'bout Nate
'Cause Nate got hit in his face
Yeah, Nate got hit in his head
He ain't hear 'bout the .357?
Took the boy out, now he bleedin' out red
He ain't heard 'bout the six in a row? That's tragic
And ain't nobody dead
Fuck all the internet shit
If you see me in public, repeat what you said
I don't even like .223
I like the Drac' with the wood instead
I don't even wanna fuck on his ho
I just wanna burn her head
Box on the Glock, we come through like, yeah
I ain't talkin' 'bout jam, but we make **** spread
Fuck my ex, shit dead
I ain't know you feelin' like that
I ain't savin' no ho, do whatever that's best
If you ain't gon' shoot, why you clutchin' like that?
I ain't tuckin' my chain, I ain't goin' out like Craig
Ain't no savin' that boy, yellow tape, he dead
The opps better play shit safe
Them folks, better stay out the way
I'm spinnin' 'bout cuh
**** ass gon' die, he gon' feel this Drac'
Long live Paid, we still gettin' paid
I ain't knock shit back when I fuck Leray
Fat boy, I ain't gettin' no place
Since he goin' for the ho, we gon' bake him a cake
High-speed, 12, get away
Nah, I ain't Tay, but I been beat the race
Don't come around askin' 'bout Nate
'Cause Nate got hit in his face
Yeah, Nate got hit in his head
He ain't hear 'bout the .357?
Took the boy out, now he bleedin' out red
He ain't heard 'bout the six in a row? That's tragic
And ain't nobody dead
Fuck all the internet shit
If you see me in public, repeat what you said
I don't even like .223
I like the Drac' with the wood instead
I don't even wanna fuck on his ho
I just wanna burn her head
Written by: Reginald Felix