Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DracBaby
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Davis Jr
Composer
Reginald Felix
Lyrics
Rodney White Jr
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ KJ
Producer
Lyrics
(KJ, let the beat knock)
I ain't have shit to my name, not a dollar, ****, I stayed in the 'partments
Broke as hell in the trenches, ****, I was thinkin' 'bout robbery
Six-point-four the only thing I'm dodging
Ain't duckin' shit, stop capping, you 'flaging
I can't give a ho shit, a bitch phone the only thing she charging
Book me for a show, I'ma get in with this Carbon on stage
These 5.56's, I'ma throw these hoes if anybody get in my way
For any **** reach for my chain, they goin' if anybody get in my space
Really asked me was you goin' fast, nah I keep goin', I don't need no brakes
If you hear that blrrrd, that boy gettin' chased
If you hear that blrrrd, that boy gettin' faced (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
If it's 'bout some money, you gon' hear me runnin'
Or burnin' 12 in a Wraith
The like, "Drac, what you doin'? When you droppin' a tape?"
Be cool, this shit on the way
**** be hollerin' out smoke until they get shot
Or they dumbass laced, yeah
I ain't really worried 'bout shit, a **** gon' die wherever he play
And them 7.62's go monkey, yeah, a banana up under the Drac' (Go crazy)
Yeah we pickin' shit off, we don't play (We don't play)
You ain't on shit, just stay out the way (The way)
**** better know how to play defense (Blrrrd), when he come this way (Blrrrd, ayy)
If you shoot at me, then yo' ass gettin' chased (Come here)
Metal jackets in the clip, 5.56 Drac' (Drac')
Switches on the Glock, everything SRT8 (Shoot fast)
Hellcat, high speed from the south to the Bay (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
You see me with DracBaby, that's a cake bake
Throw him in the blender, that's another murder case
Hit a **** block, send a baby earthquake (Murder, murder)
And slidin' with a killer, dropped out eighth grade (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
Earring, ice pack, yeah
Timepiece, twice that, yeah
Two-fifty, my neck, and my teeth like a knife rack, yeah
I drunk a fo' before breakfast, Sprite no ice on it (Yeah)
Chain ain't got no price (No), it's worth yo' life, homie
If you hear that blrrrd, that boy gettin' chased
If you hear that blrrrd, that boy gettin' faced (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
If it's 'bout some money, you gon' hear me runnin'
Or burnin' 12 in a Wraith
The like, "Drac, what you doin'? When you droppin' a tape?"
Be cool, this shit on the way
**** be hollerin' out smoke until they get shot
Or they dumbass laced, yeah
Until they get rocked (Yeah, blrrrd)
Until they get popped
Put a bitch on his ass, caught him leavin' practice
He just went for the thot (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
Ain't gotta do too much to get you touched
It really ain't shit to get a **** hot
Ain't gotta do too much to get your bitch
I hold up my wrist, she gon' go for the watch
If you hear that blrrrd, that boy gettin' chased
If you hear that blrrrd, that boy gettin' faced (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
If it's 'bout some money, you gon' hear me runnin'
Or burnin' 12 in a Wraith
The like, "Drac, what you doin'? When you droppin' a tape?"
Be cool, this shit on the way
**** be hollerin' out smoke until they get shot
Or they dumbass laced (Blrrrd)
Written by: Kevin Davis Jr, Reginald Felix, Rodney White Jr