DRACO'S N' CHOPPAS
My niggas ridin' with Glocks
Lil bro run up on me, fuck it
I'm ready to up it
Lil nigga I'm ready to pop
Lil gang told me I never do intros
I told her "fuck it, I wait for the drop"
But that nigga TKay shit to hot
Niggas told me my shit crack no pot
All my niggas ride with extendos
Nigga say he a killer, I'm 'posed to be scared
The fuck? Lil nigga I'm with those
And these niggas be rappin' bout Drac's and choppas
But they ain't on nada, they been hoes
Nigga say I'm a bitch and he think he a gangsta
The fuck? Nigga we must've switched roles
Nigga, I took his bitch and he switched hoes
Nigga, all these niggas be bitches
How the fuck every one of these niggas get switches
Say you my what? Lil bitch you trippin'
Yo big homie hit up, we dipping'
And I'm smokin' on shh, I can't even say it
And you slidin' on what? You ain't even spray it
Aye Domo, I think these lil niggas scared
I drop a bag, he get hit up by Greg
Late night, all blacked out, we creepin'
Touch who chain, lil bitch I'm squeezin'
They say he got hit up and nah he ain't breathin'
He prolly gon' run and soon as I see him
'Cause you 'member he did that shit the last time
Mmcht, fuck, I forgot the Feds be watchin'
Just forget that last rhyme
Matter fact, Imma take out that last line
When I pull out that Glock, he a running back
Nigga I'm tryna get so high on the score
Everybody forget I be totin' straps
Nigga broke than a bitch
If I drop a bag, he die
'Fo he even touch a rack
Nowadays my ex be talkin' bout bodies
Before, she ain't even fuck with that
Fucked wit' me, now she want her 100 straps
Lotta these niggas hatin', I'm not 50
I ain't gettin' hit in the eye
And I ain't finna die unless somebody dyin' wit' me
And that lil nigga tweakin', he bringin' the gang
Then fuck it, all my niggas slidin' wit' me
Nigga say I'm a hoe, I ain't got it in me
And he thought I was playin', I told him to spin
But he ain't even wit' it, he got dizzy
All my niggas get back gang
They shootin' shit up if any of my niggas die
And every time I hit the pack
I be seein' the opps up in heaven
Why they call it high
And all my niggas stay wit' a strap
But I don't give a fuck
'Cause I know that I'm ready to die
Nigga run up on me, then he must've been hittin' the weed
'Cause he prolly up in the sky
Too turnt gang, these niggas know
That I ain't never needed no perky's
To play wit' that fye
Niggas talkin' 'bout Drac's and choppas
But they ain't even really slidin'
Why they gotta lie
If you run up on me, then I'm sorry
'Cause I know that yo' mama love you
But you gotta die
Nigga, I don't believe lil bro really wit' it
If I took his bitch, then he prolly would cry
Who the fuck want, damn
Who the fuck want smoke wit' YBF
All that muhfuckin' runnin'
That nigga a bitch
I ain't even chase him, he outta breath
Niggas thinkin' I'm playin' bout all of this shit
I ain't never gon' bitch out, I'd rather death
Nigga talk too hot, them shots start flyin'
I ain't got no Drac, I'll pop that 9
And I'm feelin' like fuck it
I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas
I'm ready to spin
I know these niggas bitches, they really pretend
Niggas know I pulled up, and I'll do it again
And before I go out like a hoe
Imma let this shit blow
And I don't give a fuck if I win
Let a fuck nigga play wit' me
I'll make a smoothie
How I put a fuck nigga up in the blend
Lil bro run up on me, fuck it
I'm ready to up it
Lil nigga I'm ready to pop
Lil gang told me I never do intros
I told her "fuck it, I wait for the drop"
But that nigga TKay shit to hot
Niggas told me my shit crack no pot
All my niggas ride with extendos
Nigga say he a killer, I'm 'posed to be scared
The fuck? Lil nigga I'm with those
And these niggas be rappin' bout Drac's and choppas
But they ain't on nada, they been hoes
Nigga say I'm a bitch and he think he a gangsta
The fuck? Nigga we must've switched roles
Nigga, I took his bitch and he switched hoes
Nigga, all these niggas be bitches
How the fuck every one of these niggas get switches
Say you my what? Lil bitch you trippin'
Yo big homie hit up, we dipping'
And I'm smokin' on shh, I can't even say it
And you slidin' on what? You ain't even spray it
Aye Domo, I think these lil niggas scared
I drop a bag, he get hit up by Greg
Late night, all blacked out, we creepin'
Touch who chain, lil bitch I'm squeezin'
They say he got hit up and nah he ain't breathin'
He prolly gon' run and soon as I see him
'Cause you 'member he did that shit the last time
Mmcht, fuck, I forgot the Feds be watchin'
Just forget that last rhyme
Matter fact, Imma take out that last line
When I pull out that Glock, he a running back
Nigga I'm tryna get so high on the score
Everybody forget I be totin' straps
Nigga broke than a bitch
If I drop a bag, he die
'Fo he even touch a rack
Nowadays my ex be talkin' bout bodies
Before, she ain't even fuck with that
Fucked wit' me, now she want her 100 straps
Lotta these niggas hatin', I'm not 50
I ain't gettin' hit in the eye
And I ain't finna die unless somebody dyin' wit' me
And that lil nigga tweakin', he bringin' the gang
Then fuck it, all my niggas slidin' wit' me
Nigga say I'm a hoe, I ain't got it in me
And he thought I was playin', I told him to spin
But he ain't even wit' it, he got dizzy
All my niggas get back gang
They shootin' shit up if any of my niggas die
And every time I hit the pack
I be seein' the opps up in heaven
Why they call it high
And all my niggas stay wit' a strap
But I don't give a fuck
'Cause I know that I'm ready to die
Nigga run up on me, then he must've been hittin' the weed
'Cause he prolly up in the sky
Too turnt gang, these niggas know
That I ain't never needed no perky's
To play wit' that fye
Niggas talkin' 'bout Drac's and choppas
But they ain't even really slidin'
Why they gotta lie
If you run up on me, then I'm sorry
'Cause I know that yo' mama love you
But you gotta die
Nigga, I don't believe lil bro really wit' it
If I took his bitch, then he prolly would cry
Who the fuck want, damn
Who the fuck want smoke wit' YBF
All that muhfuckin' runnin'
That nigga a bitch
I ain't even chase him, he outta breath
Niggas thinkin' I'm playin' bout all of this shit
I ain't never gon' bitch out, I'd rather death
Nigga talk too hot, them shots start flyin'
I ain't got no Drac, I'll pop that 9
And I'm feelin' like fuck it
I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas
I'm ready to spin
I know these niggas bitches, they really pretend
Niggas know I pulled up, and I'll do it again
And before I go out like a hoe
Imma let this shit blow
And I don't give a fuck if I win
Let a fuck nigga play wit' me
I'll make a smoothie
How I put a fuck nigga up in the blend
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