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