Kenny Mason -
6
DRACULA
Rapping about the woman
Who would share our future lives
We both painted a picture that is you
So, I'm just a— (coupe)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Back in the 3
Believe it or not, we see yo' lil' shots
We know you're like shaq at the three
My nigga with mops'll clean up your block
Like spectacular D
Get the sack and then leave
Stacking up racks to my teeth
Ride with a tactical strap in my jeans
I'm a Dracula with platinum teeth
I'm from the danger zone
Most of these niggas can't claim a zone (ayy)
I put some bangers on
I always saw 'em as angels though (three)
Niggas'll play a role and feel a way
When you don't play along
I know that leaving a lame a loan is dangerous
Gotta leave lames alone
Nigga what's goin'? I just got the show in
A shoe-in for blowing, I'm blowing a bag
I've been recordin' shit later than conan
They know where I'm goin' they know that it's fast
Follow my heart, I'm regarded the hardest the artist knew what
As I started the path
I let a model hoe squat at the pad
Fuck with the squad and you want get a pass (bah)
Might send a blitz to tackle somebody
I got expensive zap on my body
I don't do shit but handle money
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money
Might send a blitz to tackle somebody
I got expensive zap on my body
I don't do shit but handle money
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money
I don't want shit but the cream of the crop
Picture lil' me in a seat at the top
But leave it uncropped
Show 'em the mud
The seed of the crop precedin' the guap
Made a receipt off deceiving the cops
Barrel breathin' from the heat of the glock
Heat up the night with needles and rocks
Minecraft niggas beating the block
Mind lag, put the bean with the wok'
I ain't have to put a key in the car (ayy)
Seein' a loss and seein' the cost
To bein' the boss is a bee and a wasp
Now it's just your bitch and me at the loft
No dougie fresh when I'm (puh-choo-choo puh-choo-choo)
No dougie fresh but i'm beating the box
Push up two fingers and finger the walls
I'm just bruce lee with some locs'
(I told that pussy, "be like water")
I crouch in that tiger, i hit with my dragon
I'm counting up none but bluefaces like drakken
I'm feeding a eater, she's sniffing and gagging
I clean the two-seater right after the action
I know what they do and I do what I know
And I know what to do if these niggas want action, I
Might send a blitz to tackle somebody
I got expensive zap on my body
I don't do shit but handle money
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money
Might send a blitz to tackle somebody
I got expensive zap on my body
I don't do shit but handle money
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money
Who would share our future lives
We both painted a picture that is you
So, I'm just a— (coupe)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Back in the 3
Believe it or not, we see yo' lil' shots
We know you're like shaq at the three
My nigga with mops'll clean up your block
Like spectacular D
Get the sack and then leave
Stacking up racks to my teeth
Ride with a tactical strap in my jeans
I'm a Dracula with platinum teeth
I'm from the danger zone
Most of these niggas can't claim a zone (ayy)
I put some bangers on
I always saw 'em as angels though (three)
Niggas'll play a role and feel a way
When you don't play along
I know that leaving a lame a loan is dangerous
Gotta leave lames alone
Nigga what's goin'? I just got the show in
A shoe-in for blowing, I'm blowing a bag
I've been recordin' shit later than conan
They know where I'm goin' they know that it's fast
Follow my heart, I'm regarded the hardest the artist knew what
As I started the path
I let a model hoe squat at the pad
Fuck with the squad and you want get a pass (bah)
Might send a blitz to tackle somebody
I got expensive zap on my body
I don't do shit but handle money
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money
Might send a blitz to tackle somebody
I got expensive zap on my body
I don't do shit but handle money
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money
I don't want shit but the cream of the crop
Picture lil' me in a seat at the top
But leave it uncropped
Show 'em the mud
The seed of the crop precedin' the guap
Made a receipt off deceiving the cops
Barrel breathin' from the heat of the glock
Heat up the night with needles and rocks
Minecraft niggas beating the block
Mind lag, put the bean with the wok'
I ain't have to put a key in the car (ayy)
Seein' a loss and seein' the cost
To bein' the boss is a bee and a wasp
Now it's just your bitch and me at the loft
No dougie fresh when I'm (puh-choo-choo puh-choo-choo)
No dougie fresh but i'm beating the box
Push up two fingers and finger the walls
I'm just bruce lee with some locs'
(I told that pussy, "be like water")
I crouch in that tiger, i hit with my dragon
I'm counting up none but bluefaces like drakken
I'm feeding a eater, she's sniffing and gagging
I clean the two-seater right after the action
I know what they do and I do what I know
And I know what to do if these niggas want action, I
Might send a blitz to tackle somebody
I got expensive zap on my body
I don't do shit but handle money
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money
Might send a blitz to tackle somebody
I got expensive zap on my body
I don't do shit but handle money
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money
Credits
Writer(s): Edwin Green, Edward Maclin Cooper Iii, Rose Ella Jones, William Robinson Jr.
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