Draw Down
40 got me riding that bitch crazy
Draw down, put that pole on his ol' lady
Tryna run down with that shit it didn't phase me
Numero uno hitta, hit a baby
Hit a baby, damn that shit crazy
Told that nigga don't hit a drill when he faded
Said he killed the nigga but he only grazed em
I ain't do it but the nigga still paid me
Gassed up in the trap house
Ching ching on his head we gone pull that map out
Keep the beans by the bed and the racks back couch
Count up green, dead pres, til my fingers tap out
But I don't never tap out
Said this work need baggin ain't no time to nap out
Only break from the money when ya head hit my lap
Then it's right back to it
Roadblock the cash and we ran right through it
Brodie got the gas and it's looking real gluey
Torch the shit up bout to ruin, bitch let's do it
40 got me riding that bitch crazy
Draw down, put that pole on his ol' lady
Tryna run down with that shit it didn't phase me
Numero uno hitta, hit a baby
Hit a baby, damn that shit crazy
Told that nigga don't hit a drill when he faded
Said he killed the nigga but he only grazed em
I ain't do it but the nigga still paid me
40 got me riding that bitch crazy
Draw down, put that pole on his ol' lady
Hit a baby, damn that shit crazy
Told that nigga don't hit a drill when he faded
Draw down, put that pole on his ol' lady
Tryna run down with that shit it didn't phase me
Numero uno hitta, hit a baby
Hit a baby, damn that shit crazy
Told that nigga don't hit a drill when he faded
Said he killed the nigga but he only grazed em
I ain't do it but the nigga still paid me
Gassed up in the trap house
Ching ching on his head we gone pull that map out
Keep the beans by the bed and the racks back couch
Count up green, dead pres, til my fingers tap out
But I don't never tap out
Said this work need baggin ain't no time to nap out
Only break from the money when ya head hit my lap
Then it's right back to it
Roadblock the cash and we ran right through it
Brodie got the gas and it's looking real gluey
Torch the shit up bout to ruin, bitch let's do it
40 got me riding that bitch crazy
Draw down, put that pole on his ol' lady
Tryna run down with that shit it didn't phase me
Numero uno hitta, hit a baby
Hit a baby, damn that shit crazy
Told that nigga don't hit a drill when he faded
Said he killed the nigga but he only grazed em
I ain't do it but the nigga still paid me
40 got me riding that bitch crazy
Draw down, put that pole on his ol' lady
Hit a baby, damn that shit crazy
Told that nigga don't hit a drill when he faded
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Writer(s): Thaeous Coker
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