60 Inna Drac

Ugh, I'm gonna rock with the rest of the crowd
We run this shit, we still gunna shit, yeah
Long Live My brother nigga, we still gunna shit, we still gunna shit
Got like 60's in the street, Lizzy's in this bitch

Post on the block with that hockey stick, opps don't be on shit
Catch him out and we gon' tag his ass, yeah bitch he it
We out, tryna take a nigga, make sure that he hit
We ain't worried bout them niggas cause we do this shit with sense

Up and get the blast and he can't duck this fucking heat
Try to talk out of his teeth and now he slumped inside the street
Park the car and chase on feet and this ain't Cap go ask yo people
I ain't chasing nan bitch you wanna go then you can leave

Opps be on that mad shit, don't know what they on
They ain't send a shot our way but talk that shit like some been thrown
Caught his dumb ass on that block, head all in his phone
Seen him out and clapped that heat ran back on feet inside the home

Pretty bitch she bad as shit, plus she got that face
Bring up swaz we see yo face and we gon' clap you in yo taste
That's Lil bro, you know I'm on it, chase opponents with this drac
Catch em, fold em, stand all on em, they don't know who got em, baked

High shit I'm in space, bounce out with chromes, we see A face
Don't bring phones wen we on hit's you, know them phones and shit get traced
Block party's get you spanked, you on that block you getting chased
Got like 30 in this glock but it's like 60 in the drac

Got like 60 in this bitch, go up in this bitch
Long Live my brother nigga
Shots behind that shit too, fuck we coming
Speak on that shit, we gon' do it

Got like 60 in the drink, bitch, 60 in this bitch
We see yo face, most I would close, we see yo face
Don't bring no phones cause they get traced



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Writer(s): Zyair Brown
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