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Credits

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

[Intro]
Draco on the beat with the Draco on me
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah
They like, ''Where he at?'' He ain't never left
Back in they face like bad breath, no cap
Ayy
[Verse 1]
They know what it is when I step in this bitch
If a **** 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, ayy, grab that Drac'
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 ****, retarded and shit
Took my mama gun, it got to sparkin' that bitch
Had a honeybun, hundred round drums and a hundred guns like a terrorist
Too easy, where the old Chop' at? They fiendin'
Don't call me Chop', this Beazy
This a new ****, 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, ****
Rap cap who? I speak on facts, I ain't never had to cap on wax
Would've been said who I sent up, but ****, I ain't no rat, uh
Yo' homie a peon, he in a swisher
I know me some **** that's worser than Hitler
He wavin' white flag, we still gon' kill him, on God, ****, yeah
This Draco will 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
[Outro]
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, ****
Let me out that car
Let me out that car, ****
Written by: Bryson Potts, Chadron Moore, Radric Delantic Davis, Raphael Udo III
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