Drako lyrics

[Intro: VonOff1700]
Alright, n*gga, alright (Tuned up)
n*gga, I'm—, dumbass n*gga
n*gga, I'm rich
Turnt up, not burnt up, diss on the gang, get your dumb ass sent up (Ayo, Chef, alright, come on)

[Chorus: VonOff1700]
n*gga, I'm rich (You know that), I gotta ride 'round with a Draco (A Drac')
My shooters gon' shoot when I say so (When I say so)
Yeah, I'll hop on your song and sh*t, but hit up Frog 'cause you gotta pay though (A bag)
When I was a kid, n*gga, I was playin' with guns, your b*tch ass was playin' with Play-Doh (Your b*tch ass)
My shorty done caught him a B, he still runnin' the streets, I keep tellin' the n*gga to lay low (Yo, chill)
Take his gun and kick his lil' ass out the car, we just slid and the lil' n*gga ain't blow (b*tch ass)
Hit his ass all in his head, left his brains on the floor, that sh*t remind me of Alfredo
The opps just dropped a song, that sh*t so weak, I damn near threw a tomato (f*ck, ooh)
We hit his ass so many times, he was dead on the scene, it ain't no reason to pray for

[Verse: Lil Scoom89]
Shorty be hangin' with opps, bе all on they block, so we already know shе backdoor (Her ass backdoor)
n*ggas be runnin' they mouth and still doin' time, every time I get caught, I play slow
Splat got switch and a damn Draco (Grr)
Talkin' 'bout broke, I'll up a bank roll (Up a bank roll)
Tryna pour up and get high, I'm lookin' for Tris, tryna drop me a deuce in a Faygo (In a Faygo)
This b*tch swallowed my kids and didn't even care, she like it with extra mayo (Extra mayo)
Locked in with the cartel, we bringin' in 'bows, big bronem f*ck with the yayo (They f*ck with the yayo)
Pockets be filled up with cheese, I never run out, my jeans be filled up with queso (Filled up with queso)
Got caught up with my b*tch, now she on IG steady postin' on how she hate hoes (How she hate hoes)
High-speed chase, county bound, I can't go (Skrrt)
7.62 Drac' shells, he ate those (Grr)
She eat di*k like it's a mango (It's a mango)
Von in a 'Cat, I'm doggin' a 'Rango (Skrrt, skrrt)
Tryna fit in, that's why we clap hoes
Body-bag n*ggas, they know we tag toes (Grr)
Lyin' he dead, we know that's cap though (Come here)
Ain't hop in the Rolls, but I'm in that Track' though
[Chorus: VonOff1700]
n*gga, I'm rich (You know that), I gotta ride 'round with a Draco (A Drac')
My shooters gon' shoot when I say so (When I say so)
Yeah, I'll hop on your song and sh*t, but hit up Frog 'cause you gotta pay though (A bag)
When I was a kid, n*gga, I was playin' with guns, your b*tch ass was playin' with Play-Doh (Your b*tch ass)
My shorty done caught him a B, he still runnin' the streets, I keep tellin' the n*gga to lay low
Take his gun and kick his lil' ass out the car, we just slid and the lil' n*gga ain't blow (b*tch ass)
Hit his ass all in his head, left his brains on the floor, that sh*t remind me of Alfredo
The opps just dropped a song, that sh*t so weak, I damn near threw a tomato (f*ck, ooh)
We hit his ass so many times, he was dead on the scene, it ain't no reason to pray for