K got the Draco and I got the Glizzy, you know we get psyched
He don't want no beef and we popping out potato barrel on fye
10 letter shit baby on go, we got all types of ties
He a wanna be gangster, we caught the lil pussy boy with the disguise
Huh, rushing the 'K, I'on really play games
Young nigga, wit' me psyched, crash out about some stains
Police tryna' say, that I'm the leader of my gang, but they lame
I go rob about it, don't diss on T.K.
Think my gang just look good walkin' out wit' Ks
We left that boy off just like a toupee
You play, catch a 50 round drum on the way
Issa hunnid round drum, on the bottom of the Drac'

I did drug deals, wit' niggas I could've took off and they weren't gon have nothing
I ain't gon' lie, I let bitches call me out and I ain't did nothin', yeah
When I get off of house arrest, she betta cut the check
Or that bitch, gon' need a new a lung
I don't play wit' the disrespect, I put that on my set
I catch you, better pull out yo' gun
The band got a hunnid' checks, I get her pussy wet
I'm gon' fuck that hoe 'cause I'm the don
Hunnid' bands in the duffel bag, shit feel like a ton
I don't do romance, will you take this dance
We gon molly wap wit' the new gun
Y'all niggas some kids, I treat you like a baby
Spank yo' ass, just like my son
We catch the opp lacking then we start laughing, that shit be so fun
And them niggas ain't did shit to me, them boys peons
Yall niggas a pussy, put that on my mom
When I got that glizzy on me, I'm not wrong
Cal had the Draco before I made this song
Cal had the hunnid round, double drum
Seventeen bands just to pay my bond

Yeah, I-I can do sum' witcha
Cross you out the picture
Brand new switch, still fuck my trigger
I ain't gon' kick it no more
This choppa got kick like Judo
Perc 15, bitch, you know
BL, slime you out for my woah
Hella Ms, no Wallo
Lambo truck fucked up a pothole
Brand new pack that came in, Gelato
Dra-draco go, wherever I go
Walk down, this lil' play right here, let the lil' bitch shed a tear
I love pourin' so much lean, finna geek the whole damn year
Flexin', singing in the mirror
Hellcat go too fast, can't steer
Goin' broke nothing man, I just live the shit I fear
This shit can get wicked, that's yo' main ho, slime tryna get wit' me
Pour up, flex, sip and get wit' me
Pour up, flex, sip and get wit' me

Me and Sumo, post up back of the Crystal Lake
7.62, hit the boy stomach, he got a bellyache
2 body 1 pain, 'cause niggas keep talking bout' they renegade
If I pop this Perc, on god I'm gon' levitate
Bitch this the mob, walk in 30 deep
GF, till I die, nigga, we don't play for keeps
Grabbing my heat, catch me on the street
You living that life, man that shit gon' get steep
Cap or die man, we shoot Glocks out the Jeep
Take him through the swamp, know that boy just peeped
I'm with real shooters and them niggas elite
Bought a 30. clip, went and shot a movie
On twin, we gon' shoot that bitch, I'm too deep
I fuck that ho, fuck the room up, ain't leaving neat
Tryna' fuck the opp sister, she gon' eat
When I was locked up, ain't nobody wanna talk to me
Shawty a green bean, chop em' broccoli
Feds tryna' pop it, they know it ain't no stopping me
Glizzy in the attic, just for emergencies
Stick on a nigga, know ain't no purging me
Send the blicks on me, I'm waiting patiently
Run in the trap, nigga, ain't no vacancy
God the only one, that 'finna be taking me
We havin' crack like the 80s