"In Hell Wit A Drac" lyrics
Man where the fuck y'all at? We been spinnin' the eight all day
It wasn't even a close race
Come on man, damn
South Pole time
Niggas see me in public, shake my hand like go on your way
Pull out a GPS for the straight on the real, see how I'm on my way
I did everything that I wanted to do at a young age, I'm out the way
Blow up four weeks, months straight spend it with four heats, don't claim nobody saved
I brought my love back out in drugs and cuffs, they took it away
Went to a place called juvenile JTDC, locked up forty plus days
I been in the dirt and I been at them curtains before lookin' over a face
Close my casket, bury me smokin' a laugh, and put me in hell with a Drac', come on
Put me in hell with a Drac'
Close my casket, bury me smokin' a laugh, and put me in hell with a Drac', come on
Put me in hell with a Drac'
Close my casket, in and out constantly blastin', still free the guys that Drac'
On heads and necks we standin'
Yo' car my key programmin'
We slide out Rango trucks
Big truck wippin', we dancin'
Face shot drop on, we prancin'
Your street one ways, they bandin'
My gun don't act like theirs lil' bro, this shit real, bitch we bandits
G up, night time we handle
IG first, get my handle
This bitch here supercharged V8, straight trucks built up for handle
My mom said, "Boy, be safe", I told her I'm between them
Since this for real, I been through hell, if we burn I won't jam him
My gran just called and prayed
Hope I live, they wan' grab me
My face a check, ten cars at that, but his head, they unban him
Niggas ain't been no blocks
Night time, outside with pan them
Four nickel dick hang down, we kick shit back like Uncle Bam them, come on
Niggas ain't spinnin' no blocks, they be lyin' to rap
Somebody claim a nigga from A got chains, but nobody here got tapped
My brother know call my phone before he start panickin', give me a tap
Ridin' with Cudi, I'm doggin' this cat
Fat head on the left side, push to the back
This shit real, a nigga cannot speak on my gang or somethin' get whacked
Road games, I did it all in the cat
Burnin' up money, I should've relaxed
I got some hundreds for her if she fuckin' and suckin' me right, I don't care if it's fat
This a few fifty, bitch know not to track
AMG coupe for the eight, got it packed
I roll up dead, we leave shit scared, go fed if I stay intact
Better go ask about us, we clearin' up dirt from some years ago, we get back
A nigga like you ain't gon' do what I'm willin' to do and I know for a fact
Still on the grind, I'm never gon' step out the sound, we still that five in the 'Ract, come on
Uh, we still that five in the 'Ract
Still on the grind, I'm never gon' step out the sound, we still that five in the 'Ract
Let's get it
Uh-huh, for real
Still that five in the 'Ract
It wasn't even a close race
Come on man, damn
South Pole time
Niggas see me in public, shake my hand like go on your way
Pull out a GPS for the straight on the real, see how I'm on my way
I did everything that I wanted to do at a young age, I'm out the way
Blow up four weeks, months straight spend it with four heats, don't claim nobody saved
I brought my love back out in drugs and cuffs, they took it away
Went to a place called juvenile JTDC, locked up forty plus days
I been in the dirt and I been at them curtains before lookin' over a face
Close my casket, bury me smokin' a laugh, and put me in hell with a Drac', come on
Put me in hell with a Drac'
Close my casket, bury me smokin' a laugh, and put me in hell with a Drac', come on
Put me in hell with a Drac'
Close my casket, in and out constantly blastin', still free the guys that Drac'
On heads and necks we standin'
Yo' car my key programmin'
We slide out Rango trucks
Big truck wippin', we dancin'
Face shot drop on, we prancin'
Your street one ways, they bandin'
My gun don't act like theirs lil' bro, this shit real, bitch we bandits
G up, night time we handle
IG first, get my handle
This bitch here supercharged V8, straight trucks built up for handle
My mom said, "Boy, be safe", I told her I'm between them
Since this for real, I been through hell, if we burn I won't jam him
My gran just called and prayed
Hope I live, they wan' grab me
My face a check, ten cars at that, but his head, they unban him
Niggas ain't been no blocks
Night time, outside with pan them
Four nickel dick hang down, we kick shit back like Uncle Bam them, come on
Niggas ain't spinnin' no blocks, they be lyin' to rap
Somebody claim a nigga from A got chains, but nobody here got tapped
My brother know call my phone before he start panickin', give me a tap
Ridin' with Cudi, I'm doggin' this cat
Fat head on the left side, push to the back
This shit real, a nigga cannot speak on my gang or somethin' get whacked
Road games, I did it all in the cat
Burnin' up money, I should've relaxed
I got some hundreds for her if she fuckin' and suckin' me right, I don't care if it's fat
This a few fifty, bitch know not to track
AMG coupe for the eight, got it packed
I roll up dead, we leave shit scared, go fed if I stay intact
Better go ask about us, we clearin' up dirt from some years ago, we get back
A nigga like you ain't gon' do what I'm willin' to do and I know for a fact
Still on the grind, I'm never gon' step out the sound, we still that five in the 'Ract, come on
Uh, we still that five in the 'Ract
Still on the grind, I'm never gon' step out the sound, we still that five in the 'Ract
Let's get it
Uh-huh, for real
Still that five in the 'Ract
