Haunted Draco lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
I just gave brodie a K, better be cautious on the way home
He run into an opp, and now he haunted by the Draco
Yeah, I got more options than you fake hoes
I get a n*gga whacked 'bout bankroll, that's how his day closed
I'm with lil' bro huntin' the opps, we on Bach Road
He was actin' like he God, now he up top, he had a cap on
And he ain't never spinned no block 'cause he just make songs
I done sold a lot of drugs, my pape' long, come get a pape' loan

[Verse]
My fiend OD'd twice, her face strong 'cause she ain't stay long
I live the street life, you blink twice, then better stay closed
Hmm, 'cause if you say you seen some sh*t, then we don't play, though
I got a couple grits, put extra in the mix, I'm sellin' Play-Doh
I put extra on the side, but it was shake, though
Soon as he came outside, the n*gga died, he should've stayed home
He talk a lot, he caught a couple shots, but he was brave, though
Spin again, pop out the back of the Benz, but sh*t off Halo
God be sendin' me visions of tissue all in my head, can't forget it
Remember times I could cocaine up in that kitchen, I'm him
Losin' pounds without takin' trips to the gym
I can't get lost in the rim, know I'm goin' farther than them
Huh, I would've shot, but he had his daughter with him
They get in beast mode, they killers, don't get it started with them
I saw a git when I took a part of a pill
b*tch, the devil in my city, so I know he real
Wake up out my sleep, I'm punchin' bags, I feel like Holyfield
I caught a rapper and punched his teeth out, it was his only grill
He probably would've got a pass if he was only real
Why is n*ggas backdoorin' they mans? That's his only kill
Why would you even brag about it when that's some ho sh*t?
I hit a lick on a brick, ain't brag about it, just made the dope flip
I scratched off, then pull up on a sl*t, she got throat trick
I took her on a trip to sell it all, we on the road rich (Yeah)
We on the road lit
She keep on grabbin' on it, can't say this sh*t they want, or bet they know this
Big ol' .556, shoutout chopstick, could flip a whole whip
Yeah, I'll catch you close and let off four-fifth
[Chorus]
I just gave brodie a K, better be cautious on the way home
He run into an opp, and now he haunted by the Draco
Yeah, I got more options than you fake hoes
I get a n*gga whacked 'bout bankroll, that's how his day closed
I'm with lil' bro huntin' the opps, we on Bach Road
He was actin' like he God, now he up top, he had a cap on
And he ain't never spinned no block 'cause he just make songs
I done sold a lot of drugs, my pape' long, come get a pape' loan