"Free Drac" lyrics

(They got Wooskii on the mix)
(SantanaStar Beats)

I'm flyin' out water all week, I'm used to the way that the streets go
I'm hot, I could make this shit pop once I get in the trap, days gettin' the bang
I'm super, got label in me, could've stuffed 30K in my teeth, though
They never knew what I'd be, once they left it on me, I went up, got a name
Bitches don't get my attention, I'm bigger and richer, I know hoes chasin' the fame
He standin' tall like a killer, get put in that blender, we fifty-six deep, all aim
Murder city, I'm still ridin' 'round in the 'Raq with a Drac' and a big-ass chain
Niggas ain't lookin' for me, murder cry when I sleep, I was nowhere near nothin', never came (Clapp)

You know what I bang, sixty shots up in the Drac', make it rock, give no fuck what he claim
These bitches be lame, everybody tryna get on the side of me since I copped me a chain, better stay in your lane
Don't get put on that list, yeah, the Bouncers, they itchin' and thirsty to paint
Just give 'em a name, we ain't worried 'bout the opps right now, they been losin', let up, I just can't
It's still free Drac, still screamin' that bounce out shit, to be honest, it's time to get paid
Make him roll in his grave, yeah, he died tryna trade him a pipe, anywho, left a hole in his brain
I pop out with flames, I'm a face where I'm from, better know about me, they don't play no games
Thought I was gon' change, should've thought about all that blood we done spilled, I been had me a name

I'm flyin' out water all week, I'm used to the way that the streets go
I'm hot, I could make this shit pop once I get in the trap, days gettin' the bang
I'm super, got label in me, could've stuffed 30K in my teeth, though
They never knew what I'd be, once they left it on me, I went up, got a name
Bitches don't get my attention, I'm bigger and richer, I know hoes chasin' the fame
He standin' tall like a killer, get put in that blender, we fifty-six deep, all aim
Murder city, I'm still ridin' 'round in the 'Raq with a Drac' and a big-ass chain (SantanaStar Beats)
Niggas ain't lookin' for me, murder cry when I sleep, I was nowhere near nothin', never came

Diamonds on, I roll up, smokin' paper, burn the opps to the face out a fat-ass Backwood
Bad lil' shorty, he itchin' to get a way out, all souls in his Gen, he don't act good
Missed me in, but I still gotta go stand out, I'll never fit in, I don't track good
Fifty-shot drums, the kids won't never get love, tryna kill, they can't read, but they clap good
Phone all black or vanilla, just holdin' the thrax, I'ma let that bitch if she jack good
Me thinkin' back on some shit I can't change or get back, I was talkin' to bro 'bout the fat club
I ain't fuckin' with nobody, you let a man in this [?] only 'cause I know Clapp would
Don't give no fuck 'bout no blood, let a nigga try buggin' with me, on my kids, I'll clap cuz
All pressure when I burned up, fire him up, newest pack in the city
We finna roll out, my youngest shooter was showin' out, can't even say how he did it
If it's old or new, I'ma do what it do, fuck the jakes, put the key in ignition
Every time I see a nigga I don't like, bakin' his ass, forty-one out the KRISS

I'm flyin' out water all week, I'm used to the way that the streets go
I'm hot, I could make this shit pop once I get in the trap, days gettin' the bang
I'm super, got label in me, could've stuffed 30K in my teeth, though
They never knew what I'd be, once they left it on me, I went up, got a name
Bitches don't get my attention, I'm bigger and richer, I know hoes chasin' the fame
He standin' tall like a killer, get put in that blender, we fifty-six deep, all aim
Murder city, I'm still ridin' 'round in the 'Raq with a Drac' and a big-ass chain
Niggas ain't lookin' for me, murder cry when I sleep, I was nowhere near nothin', never came