Go ask the opps, that Micro-Drac' put shit in park

Go ask my opps, that Micro-Drac', his ass ain't make it far

Go ask my opps, that Micro-Drac', his ass ain't get out that car

You know that

That's Draco, you know that

They like, "Damn '50, is you really up eight hats?"

Shit, I would've been up ten, but two of them ****, they ass ain't check

**** slid, shot up the crib, ask they ass what happened next

All he seen was three **** pop out, masked up, blow in Nike Tech's

Whoever sent that boy that Lyft, ask him did he make it back

I done took so many Cuban's, I love snatching shit off necks

And this AP on my wrist, it's fourty-one, that cost a brick

Ask Breado where we took the Rollie, we smacked him and his bitch, go

Keep this bitch recording, I'm finna go back in

I really bounce out of Q50 blowin' my fifty, I'm not no rapper

Dumpin' 'bows, shootin' poles, camp out lo's, you know my status active

Four **** bounced out four doors, he seen us, you know his bitch-ass panicked, that's how you make a **** vanish

Bet not hit the floor 'cause a **** like me gon' run up and take advantage

I went up eight, at first it was seven, they still tryna say his bitch-ass panicked

Won't get in that car if that bitch ain't tinted, go

We get that lo', we making a mess

We chase a **** down, once he hit that ground, I stand over his ass, take yo' last breath

I can look in yo' eyes, and tell you a bitch

You ain't never did shit, you wasn't with us in Mitchell & Ness

After we kill him, we flame him up in the air, this new pack, it's called death

We got free smoke for whoever, we give out belt, you can't duck this leather

Every kill, my aim get better

'Fin-fin leave the cops in any weather

Black mask, black gloves, everybody suited up

You can't hop in this car if you ain't never killed nothing

I talk how I want 'cause I can back it up

I'm a young, turnt **** with a big-ass gun

Go

Y'all know how the fuck we bleed, man

Long-live my brother, he probably killed your bitch ass brother

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