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Drac
1
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Drac został wydany 13 lipca 2025 przez trench jako część albumu Summer Sixteen
album cover
Data wydania13 lipca 2025
Wytwórniatrench
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM75

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
fuktokyo!
fuktokyo!
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
tokyo romano
tokyo romano
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Veteran
Veteran
Producer
ripveteran
ripveteran
Executive Producer

Tekst Utworu

Leave me alone
(This Taaijo, you rocking with Summer Sixteen, bitch ass ****)
I just got that drac, bitch, I just got that drac
You ain't see my face, bitch, you ain't see my face
No features on my tape, bitch, no, hell no way
Crashout, fell for that bait, bitch, I ain't been the same
Talk up on my name, bitch, yeah, your ass gon' die
Yeah, I'm on the tour bus, chilling with Mahj and Phy
Fine shit hit my phone, but I'm scared, I don't reply
You ain't hit no band, bitch, tell him stop that trying
You turned to a fan, bitch, don't know why you still buying
I sip on that Actavis, that lean, fuck no wine
Lying 'bout your placements, boy just stop that lying
I ain't even say shit, this weed got me fried
I stay posted on cord, yuh
Bitch said I got aura
Fuck my ex bitch, I ain't even take her to places, Bora Bora
Me and my twin be hittin' that dope
Me and Mahj, we motherfuckin' score it up
**** ain't have no Act', have no Wock', you cannot pour it up
Can't see your location
Fucked seeing faces
G-got me fucked up, I'm not paying
Lightskin with a fat ass, know she Blasian
Bitches know I been about my bag, ****, stop playing
I ain't even trust the bitch, didn't even think that we would last
Geeked up out my body everyday, she asked me why I lag
I been tryna get up off my ass, get that fucking bag
**** gay, they turning into drags, ain't no problem 'bout that
Tell him get his own shit
**** talkin' on my shit can't name 5 songs bitch
Mix the Wock' up with the Act', I'm sipping potion
In the striker, **** think I'm bumping Lone shit
On my dick, get your own shit
I just got that drac, bitch, I just got that drac
You ain't see my face, bitch, you ain't see my face
No features on my tape, bitch, no, hell no way
Crashout, fell for that bait, bitch, I ain't been the same
Talk up on my name, bitch, yeah, your ass gon' die
Yeah, I'm on the tour bus, chilling with Mahj and Phy
Fine shit hit my phone, but I'm scared, I don't reply
You ain't hit no band, bitch, tell him stop that trying
You turned to a fan, bitch, don't know why you still buying
I sip on that Actavis, that lean, fuck no wine
Lying 'bout your placements, boy just stop that lying
I ain't even say shit, this weed got me fried
Boy, I'm starting to get sick, you studs
Be a fucking lady
Stop texting my phone talking about some "yo"
Who the fuck do you think I am, bitch?
You better text my phone talking about some
"Hello, my beautiful queen, how you doing today?"
That's more like it
Written by: tokyo romano
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