Noonie Home

(Ain't that Lil Dave on the mix?)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Ayy, Delo, cut that shit up)

The number of illegally modified firearms recovered by police (Fuck the opps)

Has increased fifteen folds since 2019 (Free Blowski, foe, Shark business only, yeah, DK made this shit)

A machine gun, machine gun conversion device (Free them all)

Extended magazine, drum magazine (Who the fuck said we don't be slidin'? Free all the guys)

Automatic switch, privately made firearm, ghost gun or defaced firearm (And ain't none of them **** ain't on shit, they love dissin' me)

Or committing any felony offense regardless of the class of that felony (And I don't even like ****, I barely like rap, long live Big Drac, long live Baby Drac, fuck the opps, brrt)

Since I got snatched and came back home, for Blow, he want me to chill

Like, "Yeah, I know you get wild, but you too hard, go take OG to the hills"

Stop askin' how I ain't get hit, I caught the crowd and one of the four got killed (Brrt, brrt)

These **** done lost they mind, like fuck your opinion on how I take my pills (Fuck your opinion, ****)

But I get confused 'cause they can't rap, like, what, is he buyin' them views? (Your ass can't rap)

You sayin' my name like you gangster, you blow out the window, since when that shit got approval? (That shit ain't cool)

Plus I kit up hots and bump my jock, won't stop me from goin' to school

You post your every move, don't think we ain't watchin', Shark 'nem blow out your fuse (Gon' catch your ass)

Bounce out on a main, we tossin' buttons in front of the jakes and shit (In front of the jakes and shit)

Q50 swingin' left to right, I'm knowin' the dick boys hate this bitch (I'm knowin' the dick boys hate this bitch)

Keep givin' the wrong vibes, won't second guess, first mind, just face the bitch (Brrt)

We get in them joints and spin, we got three cars, now Shark 'nem racin' shit (Brr)

Go back to my youngins, say fuck this rap, I'm thinkin' of just firin' my strap (Firin' my strap)

Lo' dropped while I was booked, then I touched back, now they got a Drac' that's black

We start it, then we finish it, ain't no pausin', Shark 'nem want your hat (Want your shit)

Up high in the universe, want my key to the streets, you dumb, we ain't playin' jacks (We don't play no jacks)

And for my big brother, I lost my shit, can't count how many got they ass touched (Brrt)

Get off so fast, when we on your ass, bump Drac', I bet your ass gon' duck

Keep touchin' goofies, you don't get no brownie points, ain't Shark, I don't give no fuck (He ain't one of mine)

Anything with mines, that shit got handled, the older heads even know what's up

We got your lo', now dock that door, watch how we lay your ass on foot (We gon' lay your ass down)

Adrenaline rushin', Drac' like the Russian, we checked that page, he checked for sure (Yep)

Just fallin' and duckin', no blickin' back, this every time, we blow that the most (Yep)

I be too nervous, I'm quick to toss, I'm throwin' before Lil Noonie get doored

This Gen shoot more than once, it's no such thing as runnin' (Ain't no runnin')

Ain't no duckin' and divin', I'ma split your shit up in half before you can duck it

I done chased a **** so long, got back on the H, my shirt was musty (My shirt was musty)

I got a brother that's five feet, but'll get 6'5" if a **** touch me

We on that car, too much tint, they bend back around, then it's a green (Brrt)

Somethin' like Laser Quest, you pull down on me too fast, that's twenty beams (Don't hit this bitch wrong)

His first day out the 'spital, I called his phone, he said them nice things (Nice things)

This lil' bitch blocked me, I was so fried, lowkey ain't hear the phone ring (I was fried as hell)

It's tight on, we in the trenches, if we ain't really locked in, then he get slimed (He get slimed)

We get him together and wipe his nose, then block him before he can call cryin'

They dropped the lo', it's time

Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt (Brrt)

Switch they shit, four deep, five times a week, we sit back, pressure applied (Yeah)

Lil Steve goin' live, ain't blow his gun, he ran back to his ride (Ain't even blow that)

Tadoe got caught offsides and they ain't never get back when shh died (Nope, nope)

He tried to bend the 4, he ain't do it right, so buddy got hit in the eye (Brrt)

And for that slick that he did, the same week, got his brother fried, brrt

Long live Big Drac, ****, long live Baby Drac, fuck the opps, ****

And we still post up and we do shit

Literally, on my cousin

His shit, we on it daily