Gold Drac - Tec

Yeah, say, uh

Uh, come on, lil' bitch, look, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah

Ayy, ayy, say

All gold Drac', blow off his whole face

Nigga know that we been puttin' shit down since like '08

Cold case, I’m on go like a stolo with no brakes

Big four-four with no safety, thuggin' 'til they take me

Ride around, straight heat, no AC

Just got 'em back, made 'em pay, that’s a late fee

In all black on all eight, we on they street

F&N, HK, bring gangster shit in HD

Rockin' this Glock like this the new designer fashion

Them them boys, they hit the pawn shop and had all kind of ratchets

Play with mine, bitch, you can cancel Christmas, I’ma promise that one

Chopper bullets hoppin' out and flyin' all kinda rapid

Luwhop not a rapper, poetic activist to be exact

We can’t take it backwards, nigga knowin' that we did that

And I’m spittin' factions, been knowin' where your kids at

Put the gun to your bitch lacefront, push her wig back

No scared business, up this bitch, tryna leave his head missing

Told your big homie I salute him 'cause he fed niggas

But in the same sense, he’s a bitch 'cause he bred bitches

Claim to be yeah niggas, kill that pussy and I go pay a visit

To the gravesite, your homeboy new addresses

Gangster and pussy, them niggas be transvestes

Claim he want war, but he sendin' me fan message

But I’m tryna overkill him, Whop don’t no half steppin', nah

In the river where we threw the last weapon

Brooda ass deaf, hit him with that MAC-11

I don’t do no blackmailing, I don’t do no back pedaling

He ain’t clap never, all that nigga’s straps celibate

And I got that 40, tryna fuck it up

Up in the party, all my niggas jumpin' like this shit was double dutch

I bet a nigga ain’t gon' fuck with us

Bet a nigga, bet a nigga ain’t gon' fuck with us, fuck with us

Two guns on me, bitch, I double clutch

Ain’t goin' on no mission, movin' slow, so nigga, fuck that double cup

We got one nigga out they clique, we tryna double up

I catch him cruising with his bitch and I’ma bust him up

Like bitch, come here, you ain’t even from here

All this fuckin' heat like we done brought the fucking sun here

How you turn pussy to a gangster just in one year?

Don’t make 'em go for you, then go shoot to California

I got beaucoup hammers on me while I’m chilling by myself at home

'Bout gun smoke, got spiders off Dunn Road, that’s my second home, uh

So bitch, boot up, shoot up everything that’s in front of us

Every nigga run up on that gang, we gon' punish

Like huh? I thought a nigga said somethin'

All we know is head bustin', trigger finger lead button, fire, fire

We got the opps scared of us, yeah

They got a drop, but they ain’t never yeah nothin', nah, nah

We got the opps scared of us, yeah

They got a drop, but they ain’t never yeah nothin'

Bitch, boot up, shoot up everything, nigga

Like bitch, boot up, shoot up everything, yeah

Bitch, boot up, shoot up everything

And we’ll boot up, shoot up everything, yeah, bitch

Ooh, they like, «That bitch Whop out his top,» you heard me?

Got the Glock with the cock on that bitch, you know I been, yeah

Fuck wrong with you, boy? Nigga, put your shit on this bitch

Lu shit, yeah, hah, retarded