Draco Dance
Bitch (Ha), bitch (Ha), bitch (Ha), frontin'
Bitch (Huh?), bitch (What?), like what the fuck? (What the-?)
Bitch, what? Bitch, bitch (The fuck?), bitch
Bitch (When thi- when this Draco dance), phew
Mm, mm, yeah, the Draco dance, and now I'm makin' moves
All the pills got me itchin', yeah, bitch, I'm takin' two
Mm (Yeah), mm (Yeah), yeah, I'm takin' two
If your bitch wanna pop one with me, I'ma take her, too
On the net fake bangin', like bro don't got a set
Mm, no, no, on some weird shit, I'ma pop the checks
And your homie act a weirdo, best keep him in check
Hol'on, bitch, keep me a TEC'
Do not be a bitch, you get what you get
Say you wan' fade me, youngin', you wan' bet?
I eat the pussy, that shit so wet
When I'm fuckin' my ho, bitch, I be doin' my reps
You not gang, you don't got a set (Gang, gang)
Why yo' homie' claimin' Crip (Pow, pow), but yo' bitch ass claimin' blood? (What?)
Y'all some tweakers, y'all be trippin', whatever I do, bro, it's a dub
Huh, it's a- it's a dub, mm
Like, we got Draco's in the sofa, we got 'em under the rug
They lacin' shit with Fenty and they dyin' on Beach (Fah-fah)
Now that lil' ho tweakin', you better pray for her like a priest (On God)
Like please, oh, I'm makin' cheese (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm makin' queso (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm makin' pesos (Yeah)
Lil' eses shoot for you for a couple dollars, he ain't playin' (Bang, bang)
Put "ghetto" in yo' name, but you ain't ghetto, it's not a game
Huh, this Draco dancin' like it's doin' the salsa
It's gon' blow a youngin' in a second, turn you red like salsa
Yeah! Think I'm playin'? You just on that hatin' shit
Lil' compa killed so many youngin's (Grr), empty eighty clips (Fah-fah)
He keepin' the strap in the bando (Ha, ha)
Ice on our wrists, but no, he not Thanos (Ha, ha)
We got us stripes like we wearin' flannels (Ha, ha)
Turn that shit off, you can change the channel (Ha)
I take one then I take more
Lil' boy, eat this Draco
Scoop up your bitch, like this dick she gon' take, though
Mm, mm, kill your ass, turn you to nothin'
I keep it a hunnid, I keep it a buck, buck, like bitch, I'm not bluffin'
Ah, turn you to nothin', turn you to dust, you can't fuck with us (No, no, no)
You all mad at me 'cause I ain't put you on my deluxe?
I ain't sayin' no names, but that extra shit? You gotta quit it
I tried to talk it out wit' you, homie, you ain't admit it
Bitch, you're doin' way too much, but it seems like you don't fuckin' get it
I'm y'all fuckin' rappers' father, feels like I'm babysittin'
Phew
Bitch (Huh?), bitch (What?), like what the fuck? (What the-?)
Bitch, what? Bitch, bitch (The fuck?), bitch
Bitch (When thi- when this Draco dance), phew
Mm, mm, yeah, the Draco dance, and now I'm makin' moves
All the pills got me itchin', yeah, bitch, I'm takin' two
Mm (Yeah), mm (Yeah), yeah, I'm takin' two
If your bitch wanna pop one with me, I'ma take her, too
On the net fake bangin', like bro don't got a set
Mm, no, no, on some weird shit, I'ma pop the checks
And your homie act a weirdo, best keep him in check
Hol'on, bitch, keep me a TEC'
Do not be a bitch, you get what you get
Say you wan' fade me, youngin', you wan' bet?
I eat the pussy, that shit so wet
When I'm fuckin' my ho, bitch, I be doin' my reps
You not gang, you don't got a set (Gang, gang)
Why yo' homie' claimin' Crip (Pow, pow), but yo' bitch ass claimin' blood? (What?)
Y'all some tweakers, y'all be trippin', whatever I do, bro, it's a dub
Huh, it's a- it's a dub, mm
Like, we got Draco's in the sofa, we got 'em under the rug
They lacin' shit with Fenty and they dyin' on Beach (Fah-fah)
Now that lil' ho tweakin', you better pray for her like a priest (On God)
Like please, oh, I'm makin' cheese (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm makin' queso (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm makin' pesos (Yeah)
Lil' eses shoot for you for a couple dollars, he ain't playin' (Bang, bang)
Put "ghetto" in yo' name, but you ain't ghetto, it's not a game
Huh, this Draco dancin' like it's doin' the salsa
It's gon' blow a youngin' in a second, turn you red like salsa
Yeah! Think I'm playin'? You just on that hatin' shit
Lil' compa killed so many youngin's (Grr), empty eighty clips (Fah-fah)
He keepin' the strap in the bando (Ha, ha)
Ice on our wrists, but no, he not Thanos (Ha, ha)
We got us stripes like we wearin' flannels (Ha, ha)
Turn that shit off, you can change the channel (Ha)
I take one then I take more
Lil' boy, eat this Draco
Scoop up your bitch, like this dick she gon' take, though
Mm, mm, kill your ass, turn you to nothin'
I keep it a hunnid, I keep it a buck, buck, like bitch, I'm not bluffin'
Ah, turn you to nothin', turn you to dust, you can't fuck with us (No, no, no)
You all mad at me 'cause I ain't put you on my deluxe?
I ain't sayin' no names, but that extra shit? You gotta quit it
I tried to talk it out wit' you, homie, you ain't admit it
Bitch, you're doin' way too much, but it seems like you don't fuckin' get it
I'm y'all fuckin' rappers' father, feels like I'm babysittin'
Phew
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Writer(s): Michael Pastrana
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