"I Love My Draco" lyrics

Caught his back door, unlocked on a lick
I'm Mr. Leave No Evidence, know my criminal book hella thick, on God
You niggas goose, ain't got no gun, you went away, your ass a dummy
Caught two dressed up like a junkie
Splat
Brr, brr, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, gang

Broski, he gon' spin
We gon' spin and spin again
We gon' lamp 'til somethin' dead
7.62s hit his head
Put a nigga right to bed
His shirt white, we turn it red
Niggas died 'cause some words, he shouldn't have said what he said (Uh)
Treat my gun just like my bitch
I'm too clingy with that stick (Ah)
I get mad and leave a bitch
But I'll never leave my blick
It's two hundred on the dash, I don't think the police seen the whip (Huh?)
I done blew the switch, it stutter, but I had to get a grip
She gon' trap me with a baby because she know a nigga lit (I'm turnt)
I got a daughter on the way, don't need no love from no bitch (Fuck 'em)
Me and Tayski on the phone talkin' 'bout ways how to get rich (That bag)
And the opps, they super broke, Draco make you do a note
I keep rappin' 'bout that Draco, I saw the Draco take a soul (I did, on BD)
Niggas hatin' on the low, we be fuckin' niggas' hoes
We been uppin' all these rolls and we been usin' all these poles (Huh?)
I be usin' all these hoes (Haha), that's the truth and you should know
And I lied, I say I love you, baby girl, I wanna fuck
Pop a Perc', made me fuck for hours, treat a bitch just like a slut
Niggas lame and they cowards, man, them boys be actin' tough (They lyin')
I be quick to call they bluff, like pop outside since y'all so tough
If you lack, then that's your ass, Lil Jeff mad I gave a pass
I got some shorties that's hot and they ready just to crash (Get 'em)
Put that money on yo' head, I be quick to collect cash
(Give me that)
I'm not fucked up 'bout no paper, I saw all these niggas jack (Broke ass)

Ridin' 'round with this Drac', it'll take your soul
I just made a play today for like six phones
Long live my nigga Jaymo, damn, I hate he gone
But you know I'm Mr. Get Back (Yeah), and that won't be long
Spin on they block, see if they out, but them niggas gone
Tell 'em free all the opps so I could give 'em stones
We ride with fifties and them switches, one tap, then he gone (Brr, brr)
7.62s big as hell, left his body froze
I'm in the stu' tryna get rich and put my niggas on
Niggas faker than a bitch, I think he got a clone (His ass got a clone)
When they see me, I throw B's, they know what I be on (They know how the fuck I'm rockin')
I can't really fuck with niggas, they not on what I'm on (Uh-uh)

These niggas not on what I'm on (Brr, bah, bah)
Gang shit, man, ayy, fuck the opps, man, you know how the fuck we comin', man (Ayy, ayy, ayy, get 'em, yeah)
Die Y, man, niggas ain't on shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, bah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

OG, she tell me every day, she pray that I make it home (On B)
And I tell her it's okay (I'm the one get shit gone)
So them boys they better pray and don't come near my zone (Zone)
But all this shit is for fake and it's just a song

Gang shit, man, niggas know the fuck we rockin', how the fuck we bleedin', man (Yeah, this shit is so, die Y, fuck the opps)
Tell them bitch-ass niggas come get they shit back, man (Ayy, Splat Gang shit)
Die Y, fuck all the opps, man, gang shit, free them boys, we them boys
You know how the fuck we rockin', how the fuck we bleed (Splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat)
Jump out gang, splick, splack, brrat (Splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, brr, bah, bah, bah, bah)