Drako
Lino Slatt
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I'm a ride for my guys and I can't fold We be makin' plays up in places that you can't go Me and you are not the same, you a lame-o F*ck that little Glock, 50 shots out this Draco Ayy, call this Glock Red Bull, I'm tryna make 'em fly She died like a opp bitch for hangin' with them guys Bitch, we tryna give him wings Choppa on Kevin Gates the way I let it sing Lil' bro shooter, but he not clay Alley-oop with the semi, we gon' up K's Ayy, 30 inna 15, Glock R. Kelly We gon' slide through your block, and leave your block messy Ayy, KO'd off the juice, bitch, I'm Sprite Tyson Are you finna get the money or you gon' die tryin' Bitch, I feel like 50 cent I got 21 questions but I got 60 tecs I'm a ride for my guys and I can't fold We be makin' plays up in places that you can't go Me and you are not the same, you a lame-o F*ck that little Glock, 50 shots out this Draco Now on his block, you hear gun sounds Shells hot, got 'em runnin' from these drum rounds And my demons comin' out when it's sundown One call and his ass gettin' gunned down Got his bullet holes smokin' cause the stick hot They know my shit hot, I'm finna pop like some flip flops He let his nuts hang, he get neutered on the scene Put a 30 in the Glock, it's the best shooter in the league Ayy, shorty bad, but I'm fuckin' and leavin Now I'm up, they can't fuckin' believe it Treeshes, baby said she love me, do you mean it? Slidin' through with dogs, don't make me take them off they leashes And we try to tell- but he ain't listen Mama want me out these streets, I wanna make chicken And I promise if we slide, then we ain't missin Ridin' with that big boy, I call him Blake Griffin Two poles on each side cause he think he tough That's two arms swingin' round, I'm tryna double dutch We double clutch, let it rip, watch him buckle up Lately the streets been cold, better snuggle up Head spinnin' off them jiggas like I breakdance All the state, we catchin' bodies, you in great hands I'm at his show with this pole, I'm a fake fan On the block, it get funky like a wasteland I'm a ride for my guys and I can't fold We be makin' plays up in places that you can't go Me and you are not the same, you a lame-o F*ck that little Glock, 50 shots out this Draco Now on his block, you hear gun sounds Shells hot, got 'em runnin' from these drum rounds And my demons comin' out when it's sundown One call and his ass gettin' gunned down
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Written by: Lino Slatt, Seneca Brewer
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