Ayy (Damn, Duce), uh
Brr, yeah, gang, gang, n#gg# (Yeah)
Yeah, uh, yeah, Draco, n#gg# (Soulja)
Draco (Soul’, Soulja)
Oh, yeah, ad
Soulja (Draco, n#gg#, let’s go)
Ayy, Stacks On Deck, ayy
Run up on Draco, get clapped
I tote that Money Gang, I put this sh#t on the map
Hit some n#gg#s, push they sh#t back, uh, back
Breakin’ up bricks, Kit Kat
Slide on opp #ss n#gg#, push his sh#t back
Young Drako should run for president
Bro, this clip long like the nose on an elephant
Young Drako sellin’ birds, pelican
Hop out the cut in a brand new Maserati
Robin jeans, camouflage, lookin’ just like Bathing Apes
Bathing Apes, can’t beat the case, then I’ll skate away
Young Drako spittin’ crack on a 808
Ten to three bullets, n#gg#, they gon’ penetrate
Bust down on my wrist, it was Cartier
I’ma pull up, shoot with that Drac’, Drac’
NBA jump shot, n#gg#, fadeaway
Young Drako, n#gg# came out the [?]
And one of that [?], I’m ridin’ westside
Yeah, Money Gang, n#gg#, I put this sh#t on a scale
I’m puttin’ the shots at your face and then shootin’ in the air
I might knock my opps down, but I don’t care
I’m westside, Money Gang, yeah, we up, though
I’m in the trap, n#gg#, still servin’ elbows
Grape dry, hit that lean with the karo
I’m Draco, young n#gg#, I ran up a bankroll (Bankroll)
(Draco) Skrrt
Yeah
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