Call Me Drakko

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Drakko Montana

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We got the glocks and teks in the book bag
If that lil nigga move wrong, give 'em a toe tag
I ain't got time fa these hoes and they know that
Not writing shit down, off the dome like Kodak
These niggas my clones, now can I get my flow back
Ya bitch on my dick now come get ya hoe back
On these rap niggas ass and I'm hittin' the gas
I run to the bands like a forty yard dash
Money on mind, got a thing fa the cash
Don't let me send demon, that nigga gon' spazz
I'm on the beat now I'm all in my zone
If he say he want smoke, turn that boy to a stone
Don't talk on the net, boy you know what I'm on
Don't tolerate shit better watch yo' tone
The pack on me and it smell real strong
I been in my bag, neva asked for a loan
I'm with the gang kickin' shit like judo
Bankroll on me, skinny jeans lookin' sumo
The gang number one, numero uno
Me and demon, we a dynamic duo
Stay with the nine, throwin' shots like Romo
Call up my steppa, I know he on go mode
Designer on me, spent a bag on my fit
Put that boy on a shirt, glock 40 gon' take 'em a pic
Smokin' opps with the gang, you know that we lit
They hit 'em a blunt and think they the shit
These niggas so cap make a nigga want to quit
The money longer and we clutchin' on uzis
My girl she a ten, cannot f*ck with a groupie
We slide on ya block emptying clips like a movie
Don't hop onna wave, a young nigga groovy
Can't f*ck with no nigga, these niggas too goofy
Walk down on ya bro then we leave him clueless
I hang with them steppas, they know that we do this
With the led on my hip like a mf student
He say he want smoke, the glock gone pollute him
I up with the stick then I leave him viewless
Take him out of his shit, then we leave him shoeless
I stay with a stick don't play like I'm stupid
If you cap in yo rap, you not meant for the music
If I call up twin he pullin' yo' card
Red dot on my glock, we hittin' like dart
If I call up gang, they on go like a kart
Laid back young nigga, I'm just playin' my part
Got hit with a stick now he hearing a harp
You talk on the dead I'm stoppin' yo' heart
I'm walkin' the beat got 'em goin' bizarre
Do this shit everyday, stop sayin' that I'm hard
I make it look easy but life really hard
I'm screamin' lehh go, send that boy to the stars
These niggas hoes and they sweet like cinnamon
I'm all in my bag, I love countin' Benjamin's
I stay with the led, might just get me a letterman
Slide with the gang, shoot shit like a veteran
You play with the gang, get stomped in some timberlands
We takin' yo' stick like lil nigga give me that

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