[Intro]
(Damn, Drako, you made this?) Yeah
(Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?) Brr
Brr, go
[Verse]
We chasin' shit down to the floor (You know that)
He got hit, he won't get up no more (Uh-uh)
Your bitch see me, I'm lit, she gon' go (You know that)
I got nine, finesse, boy, I cannot go
Like a pussy, get stretched, we gon' lamp on your lo' (Uh-huh)
Hit him right in his head, scratch off, we gone
And you know I don't bap, really get shit gone (You know that)
We them ones got niggas cryin', singin' sad songs (Brr)
When we slide, don't lack, better have your head on (Uh-uh)
Niggas really be rats, that shit dead wrong (Damn)
Four niggas left him flat, sent his ass home (You know that)
Know we get back, it never take too long (It don't)
I say that shit in every song
I fucked this bitch, she like my song
Put a switch on a nigga, got kick, real loud (Brr)
Ain't shootin' out whips, bitch, you know we bailin' out (Brr, uh-uh)
A nigga think that he tall, I'ma knock his ass down
Bitch, I really play ball, don't cry 'bout a loss (Uh-uh)
Still shoot you out of bounds
Niggas gay, dick-ridin', tryna copy my style
Draco went off, everybody got down (Damn)
Say he tryna catch me lackin', but I don't know how
Bounce out in Ricks and still get wild (You know that, bitch)
I done really fell in love with killin' niggas in style
Stand 'em up in row, then we knock 'em all down
Had his gun and ain't blow, that boy a clown (Uh-uh)
She tryna fuck on bro, man, this lil' bitch foul (What the fuck?)
I made her swallow my nut, you kiss the bitch in her mouth (Uh)
Bitch, after we fuck, can't cuddle, get out (Damn)
If you're not a real shooter, then you can't hangout (You can't)
Ain't doin' no recruitin' 'cause we all get wild (You know that)
Hop out, start blowin', niggas start duckin' down (You know that, brr)
Turn your smile right to a frown, upside down
I'll leave a nigga face flat, brain stuck on the ground (Ugh-ugh)
Bitch, I really put in work and I cannot bap (You know that)
Really spinnin' on blocks, no, I just don't rap (Bitch)
Every time I see an opp, I jumped out and clapped
Tryna tie a nigga up and hold him for ransom
Shots out the Drac' make a nigga start dancin'
His ass used to have dreads, he got shot in his head
His shit shaved bald, lookin' like he got cancer
I'm a clapper, then a rapper, not an actor (Your ass), not a bapper
Your ass made-up, you not a factor
I hate my opps so fuckin' bad
I'ma try to kill they ass in the next life after
(Damn, Drako, you made this?) Yeah
(Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?) Brr
Brr, go
[Verse]
We chasin' shit down to the floor (You know that)
He got hit, he won't get up no more (Uh-uh)
Your bitch see me, I'm lit, she gon' go (You know that)
I got nine, finesse, boy, I cannot go
Like a pussy, get stretched, we gon' lamp on your lo' (Uh-huh)
Hit him right in his head, scratch off, we gone
And you know I don't bap, really get shit gone (You know that)
We them ones got niggas cryin', singin' sad songs (Brr)
When we slide, don't lack, better have your head on (Uh-uh)
Niggas really be rats, that shit dead wrong (Damn)
Four niggas left him flat, sent his ass home (You know that)
Know we get back, it never take too long (It don't)
I say that shit in every song
I fucked this bitch, she like my song
Put a switch on a nigga, got kick, real loud (Brr)
Ain't shootin' out whips, bitch, you know we bailin' out (Brr, uh-uh)
A nigga think that he tall, I'ma knock his ass down
Bitch, I really play ball, don't cry 'bout a loss (Uh-uh)
Still shoot you out of bounds
Niggas gay, dick-ridin', tryna copy my style
Draco went off, everybody got down (Damn)
Say he tryna catch me lackin', but I don't know how
Bounce out in Ricks and still get wild (You know that, bitch)
I done really fell in love with killin' niggas in style
Stand 'em up in row, then we knock 'em all down
Had his gun and ain't blow, that boy a clown (Uh-uh)
She tryna fuck on bro, man, this lil' bitch foul (What the fuck?)
I made her swallow my nut, you kiss the bitch in her mouth (Uh)
Bitch, after we fuck, can't cuddle, get out (Damn)
If you're not a real shooter, then you can't hangout (You can't)
Ain't doin' no recruitin' 'cause we all get wild (You know that)
Hop out, start blowin', niggas start duckin' down (You know that, brr)
Turn your smile right to a frown, upside down
I'll leave a nigga face flat, brain stuck on the ground (Ugh-ugh)
Bitch, I really put in work and I cannot bap (You know that)
Really spinnin' on blocks, no, I just don't rap (Bitch)
Every time I see an opp, I jumped out and clapped
Tryna tie a nigga up and hold him for ransom
Shots out the Drac' make a nigga start dancin'
His ass used to have dreads, he got shot in his head
His shit shaved bald, lookin' like he got cancer
I'm a clapper, then a rapper, not an actor (Your ass), not a bapper
Your ass made-up, you not a factor
I hate my opps so fuckin' bad
I'ma try to kill they ass in the next life after
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