Draco

22 shots, I'm feeling hot, I tuck in the mac and then pull out da glock
If you run up on me you must wanna get shot
Know I'm spinning the block if you not at the spot
Blue cheese got my pockets too bloated
Shawty bad, yeah I might let her hold it
Brand new chop and I bet I can fold it
Full clip and I'm trynna unload it, aye
You cappin and rapping I'm telling you stop it
Glock wit a laser I aim at yo noggin
If I'm trynna tap it she gon let me cop it
Big racks, shake it up when I drop it
Slap wit a ratchet got beans in my pocket
I'm plugging my city I stay wit the socket
They envy my money so they trynna copy
Your shorde pull up and then gave me the sloppy
Colombian mami she calling me papi
I'm raising the bar and they never could top it
Put on for my city I'm always the topic
I'm all bout the money, get hit wit a rocket
You see the body I think I'mma drop it
I'm keeping it tucked getting money's my hobby
Run up on me and I'm lifting the glock
I'm busting them bullets I don't like to talk
He don't runup on me because he too soft
Hadda pull up with smoke now they stuck with a cough
How you a runner and claiming the boss
I slide with that pole and I'm knocking him off
I want it I got it don't care what it cost
Gotta keep me a stick like I'm playing lacrosse, aye
Hitting my dm they don't get a answer
Ask for the smoke and I'm bring that cancer
Taking your shorde and made her my dancer
Fill em with lead if he play like a gangster
Go when I'm sober don't need me a bean
Alla dat yellow tape cover da scene
Know I'm itching to murder just look at my face
I'm whacking the jury they cancel the case
Call your shorde a glock cuz she stuck on my waist
But I'm not trynna cuff her lil shorde a play
You talking bout money I pass you the k
Now go run in da trap and den bring me the pay
I married my chopper I call her my bae
'Cuz if I got a problem she ready to spray, aye



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Writer(s): Jordan Grant
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