Mystikal Draco’s (Psychotic) lyrics

[Intro]
(Wake up F1lthy)
Woah, woah, yeah, BL (You want smoke? I'm on it)
Yeah (Yeah, huh)

[Verse 1]
And we got mystical Dracos on all of us (Hrrt)
Done got these dirty gloves on me, start cuttin' up (Hrrt)
Man, this .50 round on me gon' shut him up (Fifty round)
Man, he told on the gang, he can't stay with us (Foenem)
Hand me the Xanny, Perky got me stuck
And I got this Drac' on me, they got me stuck
And this Glock .40 ain't by my side, this b*tch stuck
Won't shoot at that goose, so that f*ck n*gga duck
She know I'ma gangster, she know I get rough (Gangster)
When I stop trappin', I stop pleasin' everybody (Everybody)
And I get on your ass, that's my main hobby (Yeah)
Straitjacket on me, b*tch, I'm psychotic (Psychotic)
I be f*ckin' n*ggas hoes and I can't stop it (Nah)
Know I bе duckin' police in the damn Dodger
Know I'm gon' makе a play just like I'm Aaron Rodgers
I take your ass off, boy, that's for everybody (Yeah)
Can't wait for Sumo get out and go catch a body (Sumo)
And this fifteen-hundred, I spent that on shoppin' (Fifteen)
Label offer me a hundred, I'll probably drop it (Drop it)
And this stick like a dog, I'm finna go walk it (Grrt)
And these n*ggas police with they walkie-talkie (Walkie)
These n*ggas broke, they be some nobodies
I had a .30 clip hanging out these joggers (Uh)
Man, I put a .30 clip on a n*gga bloggin'
Capo lo' said I gotta get you, I said that, "Copy"
Chop' got a Drac' in his hands, tell 'em pop it
This BabyLife Spaz, they done f*cked up his noggin
I go on a run, I hit the Batman, I know twelve can't find me
And the stick too big, you know I can't hide it
From fifteen, I ran through everyone pockets
I'm a vampire but I post up with a goblin
I posted up, F&N, right don't got me
Left his body dead and it stink like garbage
Give her X pill, just 'cause the b*tch wan' party
I'm offended, lil' n*gga, tryin' me like I'm sorry
f*ck his feelings, dawg, n*gga, he try me, not parking (Bih)
And it's thirty-five shots on me, totin' that carbon
And yo' b*tch don't want you no more, just like old Barbie (Old Barbie)
Take that boy whip and kick start it, huh
Tell that boy b*tch, "I'm not sorry" (I'm sorry)
Pull out my di*k on this b*tch and get started
I tote lil' Tony spark, just like I'm Jarvis
Cropped 'em out the picture just like I'm an artist
We got .50s on us, time to get on him (Fifty)
Kilo been said that let's get rid of him
And we'll come to yo' house, n*gga, f*ck that diss
Mwah, I'm king snake, backdoor sh*t (Snake)
n*gga got hit in his back with that four nick'
b*tch was too bad I couldn't take off that Trojan
Double 007, the Drac' on me heaven-sent
I ain't even popped this Perc', that sh*t fent'
And I pop your b*tch ass, better back up your step
And this GL4, f*ck n*gga, give a f*ck what you rep
3rd World, Mafioso, took my last breathe
And I pop 'em like Percaso, do it myself
[Verse 2]
Huh, dreamin' of demons, I hang with a heathen
And I caught some charges, I pistol whip n*ggas until they stop breathin'
And all that bullsh*t, feedback, I don't need it
And that bullsh*t armed robbery, I beat it
Michael Jackson with the .50, boy, I'm gon' beat it
That my brother, gotta shoot, I'm never gon' leave him
And I chopped the log, and rodie roll the wood like a beaver
And I left the block too hot, broke the meter
Get the f*ck back, pus*y boy, your ass tweakin'
Leave 'em duck taped if you play with my demons
I wan' take 'em off, I'on even think I got reasons
And I walk on the beat like it's water, I'm not Jesus
And the Glock leave him sick like that boy got a fever, huh
This sh*t get wicked, n*gga, honestly
n*gga, I'm lookin' for him, he keep dodgin' me
Vamps on his ass, we gon' burn that boy, third degree
Take that boy off, he was green, just like evergreen
I'm poppin' my blicky, f*ck boy, what you mean?
G-30 in my hand, and you know it shoot mean
Can't see when he shoot, squint his eyes like Chinese
Ain't goin' for nun', dunk a opp like Yao Ming
And this BabyLife, man, ya'll don't wanna sign with us
Locked up, bunkin' on 'em, we could back it up
Talkin' 'bout a sl*t, b*tch, I could never trust
Do his ass bad, left him bleedin', boy I be on other stuff
She want the zaza, not the other stuff
If we gotta go different ways, police ain't catchin' none
She want the zaza, not the other stuff
If we gotta go different ways, police ain't catchin' none
She want the zaza, not the other stuff
If we gotta go different ways, police ain't catchin' none