Draco Afterlife lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Drako, you made this?) Yeah
(Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?) Brr
Brr, go

[Verse]
We chasin' sh*t down to the floor (You know that)
He got hit, he won't get up no more (Uh-uh)
Your b*tch see me, I'm lit, she gon' go (You know that)
I got nine, finesse, boy, I cannot go
Like a pus*y, get stretched, we gon' lamp on your lo' (Uh-huh)
Hit him right in his head, scratch off, we gone
And you know I don't bap, really get sh*t gone (You know that)
We them ones got n*ggas cryin', singin' sad songs (Brr)
When we slide, don't lack, better have your head on (Uh-uh)
n*ggas really be rats, that sh*t dead wrong (Damn)
Four n*ggas left him flat, sent his ass home (You know that)
Know we get back, it never take too long (It don't)
I say that sh*t in every song
I f*cked this b*tch, she like my song
Put a switch on a n*gga, got kick, real loud (Brr)
Ain't shootin' out whips, b*tch, you know we bailin' out (Brr, uh-uh)
A n*gga think that he tall, I'ma knock his ass down
b*tch, I really play ball, don't cry 'bout a loss (Uh-uh)
Still shoot you out of bounds
n*ggas gay, di*k-ridin', tryna copy my style
Draco went off, everybody got down (Damn)
Say he tryna catch me lackin', but I don't know how
Bounce out in Ricks and still get wild (You know that, b*tch)
I done really fell in love with killin' n*ggas in style
Stand 'em up in row, then we knock 'em all down
Had his gun and ain't blow, that boy a clown (Uh-uh)
She tryna f*ck on bro, man, this lil' b*tch foul (What the f*ck?)
I made her swallow my nut, you kiss the b*tch in her mouth (Uh)
b*tch, after we f*ck, can't cuddle, get out (Damn)
If you're not a real shooter, then you can't hangout (You can't)
Ain't doin' no recruitin' 'cause we all get wild (You know that)
Hop out, start blowin', n*ggas start duckin' down (You know that, brr)
Turn your smile right to a frown, upside down
I'll leave a n*gga face flat, brain stuck on the ground (Ugh-ugh)
b*tch, I really put in work and I cannot bap (You know that)
Really spinnin' on blocks, no, I just don't rap (b*tch)
Every time I see an opp, I jumped out and clapped
Tryna tie a n*gga up and hold him for ransom
Shots out the Drac' make a n*gga start dancin'
His ass used to have dreads, he got shot in his head
His sh*t shaved bald, lookin' like he got cancer
I'm a clapper, then a rapper, not an actor (Your ass), not a bapper
Your ass made-up, you not a factor
I hate my opps so f*ckin' bad
I'ma try to kill they ass in the next life after
[Outro]
b*tch, damn
I'ma try to kill they ass in the next life after
Do I get a Draco in my afterlife?
Ayy, Mike, do they got Dracos in the afterlife?