308
Hear boy tryna' run from me
He couldn't even get away
Dumb ass nigga tryna' jump the fence
We all send 'em to that place
Know I love to bounce out with that 223
That bitch my babe
But I love to rock out with them 308's
Oh that's that Drac'
Play me sweet, we take your plate
Heard the nigga was on a chase
Caught that nigga, he run away
He couldn't even run away
Now his body diggin' his grave
Play with me, gon' get your ass fade
Dumb ass nigga tripped on his lace
You know we got Glock's for days
Told lil' brother keep the street
He ain't never did a drill
If we catch 'em, we gonna shoot
'Cause we gotta keep it real
He stay low, when he be talkin' shit
He ain't in the field
Yea it's 12 o'clock, I'm swingin' on his block, I gotta steer
Sit back yea the coupe gonna jerk
You know I'ma put in work
Up the glizzy out my shirt, hit a nigga were it hurt
You know I been smokin' pressure
We been totin' Glock's the better
When I send you to the devil
Catch up then gon' make him catch 'em
Halo side, guaranteed these bitches burn you in your sleep
We ain't rollin' down the window
We gon' make 'em use they feet
Short man jit, caught the bop
We been pastor to the team
You be kissin' on that hoe
While she be suckin' on my meat
He couldn't even get away
Dumb ass nigga tryna' jump the fence
We all send 'em to that place
Know I love to bounce out with that 223
That bitch my babe
But I love to rock out with them 308's
Oh that's that Drac'
Play me sweet, we take your plate
Heard the nigga was on a chase
Caught that nigga, he run away
He couldn't even run away
Now his body diggin' his grave
Play with me, gon' get your ass fade
Dumb ass nigga tripped on his lace
You know we got Glock's for days
Told lil' brother keep the street
He ain't never did a drill
If we catch 'em, we gonna shoot
'Cause we gotta keep it real
He stay low, when he be talkin' shit
He ain't in the field
Yea it's 12 o'clock, I'm swingin' on his block, I gotta steer
Sit back yea the coupe gonna jerk
You know I'ma put in work
Up the glizzy out my shirt, hit a nigga were it hurt
You know I been smokin' pressure
We been totin' Glock's the better
When I send you to the devil
Catch up then gon' make him catch 'em
Halo side, guaranteed these bitches burn you in your sleep
We ain't rollin' down the window
We gon' make 'em use they feet
Short man jit, caught the bop
We been pastor to the team
You be kissin' on that hoe
While she be suckin' on my meat
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Writer(s): Dream Hunter
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