"Dracula" lyrics
(feat. Flipp Dinero)
[Pressa:]
I used to try to hear them out
It never really added up
They don't know I murder shit
Young nigga from Canada
I get 'em gone for the free, free
Don't need to drop bags, naw
Stay with a demon like Dracula
Stay with a demon like Dracula
Got a quarter million in jewelry
And niggas ain't staining shit
He ain't come outside in 2-4 hours we still wait for him
He seen niggas jump out the car but it's too late for him
That nigga Sizzlac dead plus he a rat niggas still praising him
Every single Wass around me has got a buss down
I hang with Somali niggas, hoyatha wuss now
Bitch, I hit that gas every time I put my foot down
I come from the trap house
Sleeping on trap couches
I'm from that trap house
I'm from that trap house
I'm from that trap house
These bullets lash out and push his head back Mr. Trap house
He turn around we tear his back off
300 for a hunnid pounds of gas route
Bitch
Diamonds dancing see jewelry nasty back to Miami
Slatty in the taxi breaking the pantry
Wild boy in the wildly and in all telly's
Counting mayor cheese and counting my niggas into the family
[Flipp Dinero:]
Count up the hunnids and go
I got no love I can't fuck with you niggas
I hop in a foreign and push it to the limit
My cup a lil' muddy I'm sippin' on tinted
My niggas with me they know
Pressa gon' flip up the foreign
Got bricks in the cut for the bag I'ma get it
They know how we do for the bag I'ma spend it
I got my niggas at south side run a mission we did it in no time
I got my goon from the north side front a pack and he did it no co-sign
Talk about get it you see how we living
You know that we spend it and get this shit back
Pull up on Haitians my niggas'll get you I don't gotta say that shit been a fact
There was the days I was stuck in the back
Pocket was empty I move for the cheque
Pocket was empty I flexed up the racks
I hit the stages and they cut me a cheque
Now she wanna fuck with no strings attached
I got them diamonds they flash on my neck
Know what I do for the gang that I rep
I want the money don't care about respect
I got my niggas at south side run a mission we did it in no time
I got my goon from the north side front a pack and he did it no co-sign
Talk about get it you see how we living
You know that we spend it and get this shit back
Pull up on Haitians my niggas'll get you I don't gotta say that shit been a fact
I used to try to hear them out
It never really added up
They don't know I murder shit
Young nigga from Canada
I get 'em gone for the free, free
Don't need to drop bags, naw
Stay with a demon like Dracula
Stay with a demon like Dracula
Got a quarter million in jewelry
And niggas ain't staining shit
He ain't come outside in 2-4 hours we still wait for him
He seen niggas jump out the car but it's too late for him
That nigga Sizzlac dead plus he a rat niggas still praising him
Every single Wass around me has got a buss down
I hang with Somali niggas, hoyatha wuss now
Bitch, I hit that gas every time I put my foot down
I come from the trap house
Sleeping on trap couches
I'm from that trap house
I'm from that trap house
I'm from that trap house
These bullets lash out and push his head back Mr. Trap house
He turn around we tear his back off
300 for a hunnid pounds of gas route
Bitch
Diamonds dancing see jewelry nasty back to Miami
Slatty in the taxi breaking the pantry
Wild boy in the wildly and in all telly's
Counting mayor cheese and counting my niggas into the family
[Flipp Dinero:]
Count up the hunnids and go
I got no love I can't fuck with you niggas
I hop in a foreign and push it to the limit
My cup a lil' muddy I'm sippin' on tinted
My niggas with me they know
Pressa gon' flip up the foreign
Got bricks in the cut for the bag I'ma get it
They know how we do for the bag I'ma spend it
I got my niggas at south side run a mission we did it in no time
I got my goon from the north side front a pack and he did it no co-sign
Talk about get it you see how we living
You know that we spend it and get this shit back
Pull up on Haitians my niggas'll get you I don't gotta say that shit been a fact
There was the days I was stuck in the back
Pocket was empty I move for the cheque
Pocket was empty I flexed up the racks
I hit the stages and they cut me a cheque
Now she wanna fuck with no strings attached
I got them diamonds they flash on my neck
Know what I do for the gang that I rep
I want the money don't care about respect
I got my niggas at south side run a mission we did it in no time
I got my goon from the north side front a pack and he did it no co-sign
Talk about get it you see how we living
You know that we spend it and get this shit back
Pull up on Haitians my niggas'll get you I don't gotta say that shit been a fact
