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Drac Woody
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(Uh, Yuh)
(Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
Lotta weed, I’m so high (huh)
Dracs out, yea we outside
Youngin’ get to poppin’, won’t get tired
Dem’ boys gettin’ to shankin’ shit, get back
Thought he got 4 Glocks, not 4 nines
Niggas pourin’ drank up like this shit wine
This Glock is a .40, it got a big eye
Locked up, get to taxin’ ‘em, on C.I
Roll a blunt, three (yea, yea)
She the one I need (yea, yea)
Poled dem’ boys for treason (huh)
Bad man season (frrt)
Pop ‘em, leave ‘em bleeding
Wipe ya’ nose you sneezing (huh)
Wash ‘em out the gang like I was cleanin’ (lemme stop playin’)
Crackin’ down shit was gettin’ crazy
Yеah, it started off Trap Daily
They all dead, causе ion’ pick favorites
It ain’t hard to win but I got mags
Gotta get jail off my mind, can’t go back (huh)
Got the drac’ this bih’ hang out my slacks (tuh)
Niggas say anything over that phone
Catch em’ in slums, tote two-tone
Know dem’ boys not really from dat’ block
Bitch ass, know you talk ta’ cops
Snitch ass, kick doors (yea)
Walk through dat’ bih’ like “damn this woah shit”
Bangin’ shit out the Sammy Sosa
Who the fuck is buddy, ion’ know ya’
Feel like I’ll never lie again baby (i’ll never lie again)
Maybe dats’ the drugs talkin’ to me
Her dad don’t like dis’ thug ass music
Line up wit dis’ Glock, I’m goin’ stupid
When I ain’t shootin’ Glock, bro do it
Knocked off dey’ partna’ now they want a hit now
I’m totin’ dis’ rocket when I knock ya’ mans down
I’m livin’ onna edge, I ain’t finna fall down
BWhoa got rich now dey’ all came ‘round
Upgrade the shots, let off a whole round (frrt, frrt)
You was just poppin’ lil’ nigga don’t pout
One at ya’ slums don’t find out ya’ snapped
You know the whole city dey’ ballin’ like trap
I’m puttin’ my hoodie on, I’m peepin’ shit out
Walk ‘round wit Drac Woody, that nigga get loud
When I was 17, you wouldn’t believe what I found
The bat lifestyle, that got in dem’ fyes
You know I just gave ‘em a pop at the mouth
I trap in the hills, got two different houses
He got popped like a pill, it was all ‘bout a ounce
Murder scene, I’m paying my bills
I wish you could hear it, them niggas had doubts
I’m ready to kill, ain’t talkin’ ‘bout bill
I pull up on you, ain’t shootin’ at no house
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