Lyrics

Draco on me shoot like Kevin Durant In yo bushes where a nigga might camp They off molly so them young niggas vamp Niggas pussy so you know they gon' panic I let off fifty shots, then I vanish I just left out the club with a dancer Niggas snakes, cut em' off like they cancer Niggas want beef, tell em' run they bands up New FN, and the Draco came with thirty rounds Slide on yo block, send my young niggas to walk ya down I got xans, I got percs lil nigga You got cash, I got work lil nigga Think its sweet? Get a shirt lil nigga While you watchin' me, I'm watchin' these niggas Countin' up while I'm watchin' the strippers Go see the Wizards when I'm in the District Out in public, bitch I'm keepin' the pistol Niggas bluffin', but they softer than tissue 10 bands make them niggas come get you Shooters with me, they ain't taking no pictures Creep nigga, I ain't trusting no bitches Five-five-sixes in the AR pistol Monkey nigga so I keep me a Draco Beefin' over bitches, I need them pesos Sippin' mud, pour it up in a Faygo Serve a nigga fool, I mix it with Karo Slaughter bag on me, its mixed with blue hunnids Fifty-round on me, you know I be drumming Kick in yo door like a nigga was punting Too many percs, that shit fucked up my stomach I got the gas, my dash is 200 If its bout' the cash they know that I'm coming Pull up stolen tags, I got niggas runnin' Designer fashion like I came from London I got the trap Hit that lil bitch from the back, ain't no frontin' I'm up in Saks stuntin All eyes on me cause they know a young nigga got money Draco on me shoot like Kevin Durant In yo bushes where a nigga might camp They off molly so them young niggas vamp Niggas pussy so you know they gon' panic I let off fifty shots, then I vanish I just left out the club with a dancer Niggas snakes, cut em' off like they cancer Niggas want beef, tell em' run they bands up New FN, and the Draco came with thirty rounds Slide on yo block, send my young niggas to walk ya down I got xans, I got percs lil nigga You got cash, I got work lil nigga Think its sweet? Get a shirt lil nigga While you watchin' me, I'm watchin' these niggas When I'm home lil bitch I got the Glock Keep it on me, never switch, I might swap If he slide we gon' chop off his top Beat up the box, like I'm Young Chop If its a problem, call me Young Joc It's goin' down when I come on your block Send fifty shots, right out of the chop Pull up anywhere, I'm setting up shop They like "Where he go?," I'm stickin' and movin' I got two pumps and a Glock in an Uber Hang with demons, all them niggas some shooters I spent two bands on my feet You spend five bands, we can meet I'm in Miami nigga, on a beach Draco on me shoot like Kevin Durant In yo bushes where a nigga might camp They off molly so them young niggas vamp Niggas pussy so you know they gon' panic I let off fifty shots, then I vanish I just left out the club with a dancer Niggas snakes, cut em' off like they cancer Niggas want beef, tell em' run they bands up New FN, and the Draco came with thirty rounds Slide on yo block, send my young niggas to walk ya down I got xans, I got percs lil nigga You got cash, I got work lil nigga Think its sweet? Get a shirt lil nigga While you watchin' me, I'm watchin' these niggas
Writer(s): John Bligen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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