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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
DracoKid
DracoKid
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Raphael Udo III
Raphael Udo III
Songwriter
Chadron Moore
Chadron Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Producer
Tiernan Cranny
Tiernan Cranny
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer
DracoKid
DracoKid
Producer
Anthony "Anttmixedit" Sanders
Anthony "Anttmixedit" Sanders
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Draco on the beat with the Draco on me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah They like, "Where he at?" He ain't never left Back in they face like bad breath, no cap Ay, they know what it is when I step in this bitch If a nigga move wrong, get left in this bitch We ain't goin' for shit, man, I know that I'm rich But I'll still'll pop out, all black with a blick, ay, grab that Drac' (grrt) Put the beam on his face when I upped off the waist, he was tryna get away But the Drac' on a chase, can't outrun a K, I'ma bake him a cake like Anna Mae Since a young nigga, retarded and shit, took my mama gun, it got to sparkin' that bitch (bah) Had a honeybun, hunnid round drums and a hunnid guns like a terrorist (bah, bah) Too easy, where the old Chop' at? They fiendin' (fiendin'), don't call me Chop', this Beazy (Beazy) This a new nigga, but the same killer, still a gang member, but my name bigger Say Chop' ain't good in the hood, but I'm deep in the streets with a G23 Tell the opps come meet, make 'em use they feet, we run shit down 'til they hit concrete, nigga Rap cap who? I speak on facts, I ain't never had to cap on wax Woulda been said who I sent up, but nigga, I ain't no rat, uh Yo' homie a peon, he in a swisher, I know me some niggas that's worser than Hitler He wavin' white flag, we still gon' kill him, on God, nigga, yeah This Draco'll leave a case closed, wanna be a killer? We make those If he a rat, we hate those, if he a snake, get backdoor Let's go, let's go, let's go, roll him in GG4, but bro be crackin' 4's But let me switch the flow, got a beam and a scope, my clip like a rope When I shoot, don't choke, this shit for show Better pick yo' bro up, sick like throw up, eh Walk in this bitch and I'm pistol and packin' He step up to me then his ass goin' backwards We shoot shit for real, we far from a actor When we on a drill, we score like the Raptors Let's go, let's go, let's go, roll him in GG4, but bro be crackin' 4's But let me, let me Let me, let me Brrt, brrt, brrt (let me) Let me out that car Let me out that car, nigga Let me out that car Let me out that car, nigga
Writer(s): Potts Bryson Lashun, Radric Davis, Chadron Moore, Raphael Udo Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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