Drac's Out (feat. Hunchoo Dre)
Sick of all these Fuck ass niggas Man
I wasn't neva scared
I was't neva
No I wasn't neva
No I wasn't neva scared
Forgot his trench blo left him drenched
You shoulda seen his head
It's nothing more that we can do
That's what the doctor said
I'm tryna put this bitch on you and all yo mama kids
Make all you mothafuckas suffer for the shit he did
Face Shot
Face Shot
Face Shot
Face Shot
Face Shot
Lil bro hop up out that car
Was quick to pull that
Drac Out
Drac Out
Drac Out
Drac Out
Oh Bitch you think you safe nah
Yea He a pill popping hard rocking
Fuck it shit you know the rest
Rp's in his system he a killer
He don't need a vest
Oh you say that you a threat
Kartel put him to the test
Was talking out his fucking neck
His mama had laid him to rest
She dressed him in his Sunday best
You shoulda saw the way she wept
His hands ain't keep 'em to himself
His ashes on a fucking shelf
Begging and screaming for help
You played you hand
I just won with the cards I was dealt
No I wasn't neva scared
Forgot his trench Blo left him drenched
You shoulda seen his head
It's nothing more that we can do
That's what the doctor said
I'm tryna put this bitch on you and all yo mama kids
Make all you mothafuckas suffer for the shit he did
Young nigga creepin' tryna stalk up in his head
He picture niggas dead protect yo life u taught &
Be aware is what my momma said
It really ain't my fault i got aggressive
They done made a mess
Bring out the white chalk
They checking out
Painting the city red
Off them meds he float thru the
City he feel like Mula yea
It's 10 to 6
We upping the score and
Tryna score again
Flap yo fin
Gone flop like a fish
And you gone end up dead
Dont trust em so its
Fuck em what my momma said
Yea They spin like a fan
He say off them tabs
He on them millagrams
Gone park his car get split like a
Gar they just give a damn
He got many men thats spinning
In a mini van
Pulling out them choppas yea that
Heater giving Him a tan
No I wasn't never scared
Forgot his trench blo left him drenched
You shoulda seen his head
It's nothing more that we can do
That's what the doctor said
I'm tryna put this bitch on you and all yo mama kids
Make all you mothafuckas suffer for the shit he did
Face Shot
Face Shot
Face Shot
Face Shot
Face Shot
Lil bro hop up out that car
Was quick to pull that
Drac Out
Drac Out
Drac Out
Drac Out
Oh Bitch you think you safe nah
Bitch you think you safe
I wasn't neva scared
I was't neva
No I wasn't neva
No I wasn't neva scared
Forgot his trench blo left him drenched
You shoulda seen his head
It's nothing more that we can do
That's what the doctor said
I'm tryna put this bitch on you and all yo mama kids
Make all you mothafuckas suffer for the shit he did
Face Shot
Face Shot
Face Shot
Face Shot
Face Shot
Lil bro hop up out that car
Was quick to pull that
Drac Out
Drac Out
Drac Out
Drac Out
Oh Bitch you think you safe nah
Yea He a pill popping hard rocking
Fuck it shit you know the rest
Rp's in his system he a killer
He don't need a vest
Oh you say that you a threat
Kartel put him to the test
Was talking out his fucking neck
His mama had laid him to rest
She dressed him in his Sunday best
You shoulda saw the way she wept
His hands ain't keep 'em to himself
His ashes on a fucking shelf
Begging and screaming for help
You played you hand
I just won with the cards I was dealt
No I wasn't neva scared
Forgot his trench Blo left him drenched
You shoulda seen his head
It's nothing more that we can do
That's what the doctor said
I'm tryna put this bitch on you and all yo mama kids
Make all you mothafuckas suffer for the shit he did
Young nigga creepin' tryna stalk up in his head
He picture niggas dead protect yo life u taught &
Be aware is what my momma said
It really ain't my fault i got aggressive
They done made a mess
Bring out the white chalk
They checking out
Painting the city red
Off them meds he float thru the
City he feel like Mula yea
It's 10 to 6
We upping the score and
Tryna score again
Flap yo fin
Gone flop like a fish
And you gone end up dead
Dont trust em so its
Fuck em what my momma said
Yea They spin like a fan
He say off them tabs
He on them millagrams
Gone park his car get split like a
Gar they just give a damn
He got many men thats spinning
In a mini van
Pulling out them choppas yea that
Heater giving Him a tan
No I wasn't never scared
Forgot his trench blo left him drenched
You shoulda seen his head
It's nothing more that we can do
That's what the doctor said
I'm tryna put this bitch on you and all yo mama kids
Make all you mothafuckas suffer for the shit he did
Face Shot
Face Shot
Face Shot
Face Shot
Face Shot
Lil bro hop up out that car
Was quick to pull that
Drac Out
Drac Out
Drac Out
Drac Out
Oh Bitch you think you safe nah
Bitch you think you safe
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Writer(s): Nathaniel Davis
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