"GLOVES & DRACS (BLACK AF1s)" lyrics
Roll up on the late night, Gloves and dracs we follow him the home from the BP
Get on side of his whip we hang out, let him have it, I turn a lil bitch to a two speed
They don't know if I killed em or if I was the driver but I did both, I switched seats
That's a one man drill I smacked like three, but I had to hop out with two feet
Yeah, I hopped out with two feet
By myself put a opp in a loose leaf
Word in the town nigga say that I can't come around
If it's smoke tell the boy come shoot me
Pull up SRT doggin down the street bad hoe get wet, like 'who is he?'
Had to hop off, parked outside. Couldn't sit in the class keep an eye on the truancy
Fully stick, get wild, we don't shoot at houses the last time I hit at the neighbors
Yeah, we spin out the striker, but it's not a regular 392, this a shaker
Fuck a PS5 won't get no revive when the hot shit come through your blinds
I'm ridin with 30. You trippin off yerkys
Might jump out to grab you I put it on God
Get up close grab a shirt, take a look at his hip know I came here to handle my business
Ain't doin no playing just catch me a murder and dip
He all in the bed and kissing and laying with this dirty bitch I put dick on her lip
She gave him up we done ran in his spot took everything somebody give him a beer
He stressin, know he need it
Taught him how to slimin season
We takin everything from shoes to watches, know we need it
Nigga know that I OD on every drill reload stick overheated
Mini micro Draco, tapping cherry bone. Shoot through that hole for peeking
I say line it up. Come outside, Get you a fair one
Told them stand at one end of the street. Made the last shooter be the best one
Slidin in the tank. I told my opp he dumb as fuck when he bought a Tesla
Fooly stick, flipped that electric piece of shit, wait till I catch him
BK
Broad day when we come through. But they scared to spin
White boy on the roof. I'm payin this cracker to do his job
You step in his yard, you get shot in the tooth
Hell, yeah that cracka got aim I told you, lil twin don't play no game
Come on with your Draco, you switchin your Glock
I bet that this white boy here tap ya brain
Got a big 10 million just for a clown. He ran up and I let him down
Heard his partner talking up the street
Tryin to save him. But 30 made him turn around another tree
Trying to save him. But 30 made him turn around
It's too late. Tryin to save us too late you go
Trying to save you, bro, it's too late
Camouflage in the club with a big Drake
Catch em lackin! I'm trolling, I'm swinging the stick but I'm yelling out get faced
Catch em Lackin we trolling the opps
He tried to take off a hole in his socks
Treat a opp like a new pair of shoes
Pull up with that ten jump out I put em both in the box
I forgot to brush my teeth, but I grabbed that Glock might die leaving
Last nigga ran up on BK can't move no more, quadriplegic, dickhead
You don't even know what that mean. Just sit back and look it up real quick
Hahaha
Ight?
Ready? Ight
When I jump out the cut with this big ass Drac, I bet you ain't nowhere to run to
Heard he out on a date loafin with this bitch jump out I hit this stick out her front tooth
He was laughing when bro died, But I ain't crack a smile when I came out the sunroof
Catch him lackin tryin pop the trunk. I'ma pop him and ask oh your gun Ain't on you?
Hey, man, say, man, not my fault, man, nigga got caught down bad Fye not in his pants
Nigga leave his gun in the trunk you get slumped
Hey man nigga got smoked like some reefa wouldn't wanna be ya
Ight
Get on side of his whip we hang out, let him have it, I turn a lil bitch to a two speed
They don't know if I killed em or if I was the driver but I did both, I switched seats
That's a one man drill I smacked like three, but I had to hop out with two feet
Yeah, I hopped out with two feet
By myself put a opp in a loose leaf
Word in the town nigga say that I can't come around
If it's smoke tell the boy come shoot me
Pull up SRT doggin down the street bad hoe get wet, like 'who is he?'
Had to hop off, parked outside. Couldn't sit in the class keep an eye on the truancy
Fully stick, get wild, we don't shoot at houses the last time I hit at the neighbors
Yeah, we spin out the striker, but it's not a regular 392, this a shaker
Fuck a PS5 won't get no revive when the hot shit come through your blinds
I'm ridin with 30. You trippin off yerkys
Might jump out to grab you I put it on God
Get up close grab a shirt, take a look at his hip know I came here to handle my business
Ain't doin no playing just catch me a murder and dip
He all in the bed and kissing and laying with this dirty bitch I put dick on her lip
She gave him up we done ran in his spot took everything somebody give him a beer
He stressin, know he need it
Taught him how to slimin season
We takin everything from shoes to watches, know we need it
Nigga know that I OD on every drill reload stick overheated
Mini micro Draco, tapping cherry bone. Shoot through that hole for peeking
I say line it up. Come outside, Get you a fair one
Told them stand at one end of the street. Made the last shooter be the best one
Slidin in the tank. I told my opp he dumb as fuck when he bought a Tesla
Fooly stick, flipped that electric piece of shit, wait till I catch him
BK
Broad day when we come through. But they scared to spin
White boy on the roof. I'm payin this cracker to do his job
You step in his yard, you get shot in the tooth
Hell, yeah that cracka got aim I told you, lil twin don't play no game
Come on with your Draco, you switchin your Glock
I bet that this white boy here tap ya brain
Got a big 10 million just for a clown. He ran up and I let him down
Heard his partner talking up the street
Tryin to save him. But 30 made him turn around another tree
Trying to save him. But 30 made him turn around
It's too late. Tryin to save us too late you go
Trying to save you, bro, it's too late
Camouflage in the club with a big Drake
Catch em lackin! I'm trolling, I'm swinging the stick but I'm yelling out get faced
Catch em Lackin we trolling the opps
He tried to take off a hole in his socks
Treat a opp like a new pair of shoes
Pull up with that ten jump out I put em both in the box
I forgot to brush my teeth, but I grabbed that Glock might die leaving
Last nigga ran up on BK can't move no more, quadriplegic, dickhead
You don't even know what that mean. Just sit back and look it up real quick
Hahaha
Ight?
Ready? Ight
When I jump out the cut with this big ass Drac, I bet you ain't nowhere to run to
Heard he out on a date loafin with this bitch jump out I hit this stick out her front tooth
He was laughing when bro died, But I ain't crack a smile when I came out the sunroof
Catch him lackin tryin pop the trunk. I'ma pop him and ask oh your gun Ain't on you?
Hey, man, say, man, not my fault, man, nigga got caught down bad Fye not in his pants
Nigga leave his gun in the trunk you get slumped
Hey man nigga got smoked like some reefa wouldn't wanna be ya
Ight
Writer(s): Khari Hoard, Trifonov Igorevich
