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