Draco Remix lyrics

[Intro]
Yea
Yeah
Wanna see me down
Yea, yea

[Chorus]
f*ck around with me and get kidnapped (Kidnapped)
Come through my hood, get your sh*t snatched (sh*t snatched)
Don't ask me to get sh*t back (sh*t back)
’Cause n*gga, you'll never get sh*t back (sh*t back)
n*gga, you'll never get sh*t back (sh*t back)
n*gga, you’ll never get sh*t back (sh*t back)
n*gga, you'll never get sh*t back (sh*t back)
n*gga, you'll never get sh*t back (sh*t back)
Don't try to play with them shooters (Them shooters, ooh)
They'll pull up, shoot your ass dead in your medulla (Ooh)
Ooh, they got them thirties and Rugers (Ooh)
Ooh, don't make 'em do that to ya (FBG sh*t)
Pull up with the heater, watch some' melt (Some’ melt)
I’ma keep shootin' ’til it's nothin' left (FBG, b*tch)
Shoulda never played, with your dumb self (Gang-gang)
Better go play with someone else (Turn up)

[Verse 1]
You a b*tch n*gga, I dislike you (b*tch)
You a b*tch 'cause the b*tch dislike you (b*tch)
That’s why she wanna ride me like a motorcycle (Vroom, vroom)
So I'ma let her ride me like a motorcycle (Vroom-vroom, vroom-vroom)
She left you, now it's all bad (All bad)
Now you wanna beat her up so bad (So bad)
Ooh, tell me why you so mad (So mad)
Thought I wouldn't tell you, b*tch, your dumb-ass (Mm, whatever)
You'd rather your time be f*ckin' wasted (f*ckin' wasted)
I'd rather think about f*ckin' paper (Mm, money)
I'm countin' up like a calculator (Mm, thumb)
I'd rather think about b*tches later (Mm, uh)
I gotta get me so new graves (New graves)
n*ggas tryna steal my new wave (New wave)
Chopper got kick like Liu Kang (Liu Kang)
Bullets start flyin' like Bruce Wayne (Bruce Wayne)
Walk through my hood, better have a weapon (Have a weapon)
You f*ck around and get taught a lesson (Taught a lesson)
Nowadays, it's not safe for kids (Never)
I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is (Mm, I'm sorry)
n*ggas talk sh*t, but not to our face (Our face)
Can't nobody put us in our place (No way)
n*gga better not get in my way (My way)
Tweakin' with me, you're not safe (Money)
[Chorus]
f*ck around with me and get kidnapped (Kidnapped)
Come through my hood, get your sh*t snatched (sh*t snatched)
Don't ask me to get sh*t back (sh*t back)
'Cause n*gga, you'll never get sh*t back (sh*t back)
n*gga, you'll never get sh*t back (sh*t back)
n*gga, you'll never get sh*t back (sh*t back)
n*gga, you'll never get sh*t back (sh*t back)
n*gga, you'll never get sh*t back (sh*t back)
Don't try to play with them shooters (Them shooters, ooh)
They'll pull up, shoot your ass dead in your medulla (Ooh)
Ooh, they got them thirties and Rugers (Ooh)
Ooh, don't make 'em do that to ya (Turn up)
Pull up with the heater, watch some' melt (Some' melt)
I'ma keep shootin' 'til it's nothin' left (Pew, gang-gang)
Shoulda never played, with your dumb self (Dumb self)
Better go play with someone else (Woo, uh)

[Verse 2]
You better watch how you talk to the presi' (Presi')
f*ck around hit your face with the Dezzy (The Dezzy)
f*ck around and toss your ass in the desert
Walk off on you like, "Mm, whatever" (Mm, whatever)
Whatever (Whatever)
You talkin' 'bout b*tches, boy, I got several (b*tch)
Got in that pus*y like around four
And then— mm, got out that pus*y 'round seven
Came in the house around nine, then cleaned the nine
Then got some head 'til eleven
Mm, pockets on Nutty Professor (Money)
Mm, I treat your b*tch like a stretcher (b*tch)
Gun that I'm totin' got kickback (Kickback)
If I was you, boy, I'd get back (Get back)
Run up on me, then you get whacked (Get whacked)
You f*ck around, leave with a sh*tbag (Money)
[Chorus]
f*ck around with me and get kidnapped (Kidnapped)
Come through my hood, get your sh*t snatched (sh*t snatched)
Don't ask me to get sh*t back (sh*t back)
'Cause n*gga, you'll never get sh*t back (sh*t back)
n*gga, you'll never get sh*t back (sh*t back)
n*gga, you'll never get sh*t back (sh*t back)
n*gga, you'll never get sh*t back (sh*t back)
n*gga, you'll never get sh*t back (sh*t back)
Don't try to play with them shooters (Them shooters, ooh)
They'll pull up, shoot your ass dead in your medulla (Ooh)
Ooh, they got them thirties and Rugers (Ooh)
Ooh, don't make 'em do that to ya
Pull up with the heater, watch some' melt (Some' melt)
I'ma keep shootin' 'til it's nothin' left
Shoulda never played, with your dumb self
Better go play with someone else