Go ask the opps, that Micro-Drac' put shit in park
Go ask my opps, that Micro-Drac', his ass ain't make it far
Go ask my opps, that Micro-Drac', his ass ain't get out that car
You know that
That's Draco, you know that
They like, "Damn '50, is you really up eight hats?"
Shit, I would've been up ten, but two of them niggas, they ass ain't check
Niggas slid, shot up the crib, ask they ass what happened next
All he seen was three niggas pop out, masked up, blow in Nike Tech's
Whoever sent that boy that Lyft, ask him did he make it back
I done took so many Cuban's, I love snatching shit off necks
And this AP on my wrist, it's fourty-one, that cost a brick
Ask Breado where we took the Rollie, we smacked him and his bitch, go
Keep this bitch recording, I'm finna go back in
I really bounce out of Q50 blowin' my fifty, I'm not no rapper
Dumpin' 'bows, shootin' poles, camp out lo's, you know my status active
Four niggas bounced out four doors, he seen us, you know his bitch-ass panicked, that's how you make a nigga vanish
Bet not hit the floor 'cause a nigga like me gon' run up and take advantage
I went up eight, at first it was seven, they still tryna say his bitch-ass panicked
Won't get in that car if that bitch ain't tinted, go
We get that lo', we making a mess
We chase a nigga down, once he hit that ground, I stand over his ass, take yo' last breath
I can look in yo' eyes, and tell you a bitch
You ain't never did shit, you wasn't with us in Mitchell & Ness
After we kill him, we flame him up in the air, this new pack, it's called death
We got free smoke for whoever, we give out belt, you can't duck this leather
Every kill, my aim get better
'Fin-fin leave the cops in any weather
Black mask, black gloves, everybody suited up
You can't hop in this car if you ain't never killed nothing
I talk how I want 'cause I can back it up
I'm a young, turnt nigga with a big-ass gun
Go
Y'all know how the fuck we bleed, man
Long-live my brother, he probably killed your bitch ass brother
Go
