"Dracula" lyrics
Mmm
Welcome to the morning
Don't scratch the blit like I can't do no lack
Bitch I be finish the blunt with a brand-new stick
Lit 90, bitch, you a jackass
He said he gon' kill me, I'm clutchin'
Was I in Jordan, I wouldn't lose, he killin' me fast
He was Austin and Luther, he sparkin' the past
The ride of your bitch, boy you know you can't see me
Young Q got packed up, I hopped for the freeze
When the Colonel Gunplay put that boy on the TV
Fuck it, I put his ass on the white teeth
And they be a bitch for repostin' that shit
Like he really wanna smoke me a bit home in city
He be trippin' on IG like Rilla
Bitch, Frankie, this shit ain't Sprank
Had a shot of my swim when it got f-ing
Same day we got that slang
Bitch, this shit like Kobe to Jason Taylor
I'm talkin' jersey numbers
Walked out with that blick and hit his tailor
I'm tryna murder the homies
And this scotch had to cover the drink
YP wet, bitch, fallin' rain
High-speed what? Bitch, fuck that track
Bankin' for people, they duckin' to fame
I went Hellcat, they was in the runners
I went Trackhawk, they was in runners
More in the store, baby, you walkin'
How about, pfft, tryna blissin'
Huh, woke up in the mornin'
Go straight to the blick
Like I can't do no lackin'
Bitch, I be feelin' the blood with a brand-new stick
Lit 90, bitch, you a jackass
He said he gon' kill me, I'm clutchin'
Was I in Jordan, I wouldn't lose, he killin' me fast
He was Austin and Luther, he sparkin' the past
The ride of your bitch, boy you know you can't see me
Young Q got packed up, I hopped for the freeze
When the Colonel Gunplay put that boy on the TV
Fuck it, I put his ass on the white teeth
And they be a bitch for repostin' that shit
Like he really wanna smoke me a bit home in city
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, let's shoot)
Hey, two-beat talk, them bitches broke
I can drop a hundred for every dime you show
Fuck a post, nigga, rock and roll, and shit
Bitch, I'm sellin' out my show
Niggas mad about a bitch
Who dripped, picked up on my phone
Fuck a nigga, smashed
Hope you fuck with the YCYP3L5L
And that's on sold, bitch
'Cause they all gon' meet that boss before I go
I know I died, got caught clappin'
And I know I done got signed in the air with a 556
Girl, how you know?
Shh, shh, 'cause I would look better
Huh, woke up in the mornin'
Go straight to the blick
Like I can't do no lackin'
Bitch, I be feelin' for blood with a brand-new stick
Lit 90, bitch, you a jackass
I ain't gon' kill me, I'm clutchin'
Was I in Jordan, I wouldn't lose, he killin' me fast
He was Austin and Luther, he sparkin' the past
Ah, ah, ah, ah, let me hear it
They ride you a bitch, boy
You know you can't see me
Young Q got packed up, I hopped for the freeze
When the Colonel Gunplay put that boy on the TV
Fuck it, I put his ass on the white teeth
And they be a bitch for repostin' that shit
Like he really wanna smoke me a bit home in city
Welcome to the morning
Don't scratch the blit like I can't do no lack
Bitch I be finish the blunt with a brand-new stick
Lit 90, bitch, you a jackass
He said he gon' kill me, I'm clutchin'
Was I in Jordan, I wouldn't lose, he killin' me fast
He was Austin and Luther, he sparkin' the past
The ride of your bitch, boy you know you can't see me
Young Q got packed up, I hopped for the freeze
When the Colonel Gunplay put that boy on the TV
Fuck it, I put his ass on the white teeth
And they be a bitch for repostin' that shit
Like he really wanna smoke me a bit home in city
He be trippin' on IG like Rilla
Bitch, Frankie, this shit ain't Sprank
Had a shot of my swim when it got f-ing
Same day we got that slang
Bitch, this shit like Kobe to Jason Taylor
I'm talkin' jersey numbers
Walked out with that blick and hit his tailor
I'm tryna murder the homies
And this scotch had to cover the drink
YP wet, bitch, fallin' rain
High-speed what? Bitch, fuck that track
Bankin' for people, they duckin' to fame
I went Hellcat, they was in the runners
I went Trackhawk, they was in runners
More in the store, baby, you walkin'
How about, pfft, tryna blissin'
Huh, woke up in the mornin'
Go straight to the blick
Like I can't do no lackin'
Bitch, I be feelin' the blood with a brand-new stick
Lit 90, bitch, you a jackass
He said he gon' kill me, I'm clutchin'
Was I in Jordan, I wouldn't lose, he killin' me fast
He was Austin and Luther, he sparkin' the past
The ride of your bitch, boy you know you can't see me
Young Q got packed up, I hopped for the freeze
When the Colonel Gunplay put that boy on the TV
Fuck it, I put his ass on the white teeth
And they be a bitch for repostin' that shit
Like he really wanna smoke me a bit home in city
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, let's shoot)
Hey, two-beat talk, them bitches broke
I can drop a hundred for every dime you show
Fuck a post, nigga, rock and roll, and shit
Bitch, I'm sellin' out my show
Niggas mad about a bitch
Who dripped, picked up on my phone
Fuck a nigga, smashed
Hope you fuck with the YCYP3L5L
And that's on sold, bitch
'Cause they all gon' meet that boss before I go
I know I died, got caught clappin'
And I know I done got signed in the air with a 556
Girl, how you know?
Shh, shh, 'cause I would look better
Huh, woke up in the mornin'
Go straight to the blick
Like I can't do no lackin'
Bitch, I be feelin' for blood with a brand-new stick
Lit 90, bitch, you a jackass
I ain't gon' kill me, I'm clutchin'
Was I in Jordan, I wouldn't lose, he killin' me fast
He was Austin and Luther, he sparkin' the past
Ah, ah, ah, ah, let me hear it
They ride you a bitch, boy
You know you can't see me
Young Q got packed up, I hopped for the freeze
When the Colonel Gunplay put that boy on the TV
Fuck it, I put his ass on the white teeth
And they be a bitch for repostin' that shit
Like he really wanna smoke me a bit home in city
Writer(s): Edward Maclin Iii Cooper, Delquristo Wilson, Tevin Blands
