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I’m infatuated, I can’t put that Drac’ down
If I see a opp, he try to run, he gettin’ chased down
F**k a n***a hollerin’, “KUKU gang” Them n***as ain’t ’round
Say he in the hood, bet that Draco make him break down
I ain’t SpotEm, bet that Draco make him beat box
Catch in the club with a sub and a G-Shock
Pull up to his window with that cutter, make his seat rock
I ain’t gon’ stop shootin’ till I knock him out his tanktop
Let me see a opp, paint his face red like he a f**kin’ clown
Matter of fact, one in his head like he a f**kin’ dolphin
Dissin’ 35, 6s get to flyin’, leave you dead in a f**kin’ coffin
I can’t mix that Meechy and that Leeke cause it have me coughin’
In hell, yеah, I’m water whippin’ till my wrist lock
Hit a n***a block with a chop till that b*t*h stop
All my n***as packin’, ain’t no lackin, we gon’ park cars
And, yeah, wе choppas on the A ’cause we some Wokstars
When we on the opp block, we got them chopsticks
Ridin’ with a dirty K and a Glock, b*t*h
I don’t f**k with groupie hoes, they on some opp sh*t
F**kin’ tryna get the lo’, won’t get this drop, b*t*h
I jump out and swing the door, don’t get yo’ top hit
Swing a n***a corner, pull up on him, bust his head open
Hit him in his t-
I’m infatuated, I can’t put that Drac’ down
If I see a opp, he try to run, he gettin’ chased down
F**k a n***a hollerin’, “KUKU gang” Them n***as ain’t ’round
Say he in the hood, bet that Draco make him break down
I ain’t SpotEm, bet that Draco make him beat box
Catch in the club with a sub and a G-Shock
Pull up to his window with that cutter, make his seat rock
I ain’t gon’ stop shootin’ till I knock him out his tanktop
I ain’t tryna be with n***as, they be workin’ for the Feds
How you shoot and me and miss this snitch, boy, you must be scared
Better duck yo’ taco, I got hot sauce for yo’ f**kin’ head
Glock filled with hollows, [?] red took off yo’ f**kin’ dreads
Should’ve thought before you played with me, Glock take off yo’ f**kin’ head
Boy, I can hit ’bout any b*t*h, I got my racks up
Group ieon my d**k like I’m lit, told that b*t*h “Back up”
Grippin’ on my d**k, she wanna lick, I told that “Back up”
My opps won’t on sh*t that boy a b*t*h, them n***as act tough
I don’ snuck inside of school with my GAT tucked
Lookin’ like who want it, push up on ’em, better not act up
I remember will from bein’ hold and gettin’ jacked up
Swing they block with hundreds, make they n***as call fo’ back up
Baby K be dumpin’, think it’s louder than a MAC, bruh
Know I love them AR ps, they accurate it and f**k sh*t up
If [?] dump yo’ forty, know I drop sh*t
[?] y’all both gon’ die, you just not slick
All my opps some runners, call they a** Rick (Ricky)
Leeky got smoked, Meechy got smoked
John got smoked, Quan got smoked
4 got smoked, Ace was cryin’ like a hoe
Can’t go out like bro that boy’d die behind a hoe
I’d kill a hoe
All them dead a** n***as
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