Trap out the Demon Trap out the Hellcat Walk in the mall and I spend me a hundred racks That nigga start it, but Soulja Boy finished it If I go spend it, you know I´ma make it back
Mini Draco on me, you know it´ll spray you flat Poppin´ two pills, now I´m feelin´ like limitless Ride in a foreign, I used to ride [?] Poppin´ a pill, I feel like I´m Ritalin I´m fuckin´ your bitch, does that solve your mystery? Young Drako my name, you know I made history It means a lot to you, but it ain´t shit to me Run up on gang, you know I´m leaving you 6 feet Open the back door, nigga go creep-creep I´m fuckin´ your bitch, she know she a freak-freak Bands´ll make her dance, RiRi Young Drako my name, I know they remember me How you acting like you a friend of me? Cock back the pistol, I shoot at my enemies When one of these pussy ass rap niggas gonna come finish me?
Smoking on dope, I feel like I´m fishing VVS plug, I don´t fuck with middlemen Who is this nigga, I never heard of him Hop in the Lamborghini, then I swerve on them Smoking on cream, I´m sippin´ on purple Young nigga geeked up, like Urkel VVS diamond my water, Squirtle I´m in your bitch, just like a [?] [?] orders I got them bricks, that ship cross the border I hit the Mexico, I jump the wall Living my best life, just like Duval I got this shit from LA, out of New York Smell like a pound when I´m up in court Ballin´ so I´m hard, like I´m on a court Flexin´ on these broke niggas like it´s a sport Lambo to [?], they know who I am Pop out with Draco, that chopper go blam
Catch me if you can, like Gingerbread Man Riding ´round town with a hundred and fifty bands Rollin´ up green, gas, Shrek Pourin´ up red, blood, Hi-Tech Try to finesse me, you know you get wet Shout out my squad, shout out my set Try to rob, we leaving a mess This is not school, so nigga don´t test Cuban the link and it sit on my neck Back in High School, I was serving that crack Sippin´ on lean, I think I need a doctor Back in High School, I had M´s sittin´ in my locker [?] you got it That ain´t shit, I got racks in my pocket Young Drako, nigga took off like a rocket Young rich nigga, fly as a cockpit Say he get money, fuckboy stop it
Stack up an M, gettin´ money my hobby Made me an M, they think I´m ´Luminati Cop a hotel, then nigga run ´round in the lobby Every time that I drop, they go cop it Fuckin´ your bitch, now she giving me sloppy Jump out the Demon, I feel like the GOAT Two-two-three bullets, they hit at your throat I kept on servin´ and trappin´, young nigga I´m bold VVS diamond, my necklace in gold Stand in the kitchen, that strap with a pole, my elbows Came a long way from rockin´ them shell toes Young Drako, nigga I was strapped like velcro Cookin´ that crack with my wrist in a circle [?] like bow and an arrow Covered in gold, they callin´ me Pharoah Cuban the link and I used to rock [?]
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