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Drako! (rraow) Soulja (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Skrrt, skrrt (euh) Gang (yeah) Drako! Pop out with draco, run up the pesos Pint by the bottle, they callin' my Chapo I ride the Lambo like I hit the lotto I'm smokin' cookies and sellin' gelato I know that most of these niggas be fake Pussy ass nigga get hit with the K I'm gettin' money, the fuck out my face I walk in the trap and I pour up a eight I catch a quarter million Bentley truck Whippin' my wrist in the pot, I don't give a fuck Wish a nigga well, gotta go double up Left wrist Rolex, sixty thousand for my shit it's frozen up Red beam on their head, I'ma hit em up Drop yo location, nigga let's go get it up Bust down on a bracelet Fifty thousand for my jeweler, spent it, I ain't give no fuck Young Drako nigga, you know I'm real nigga Young Drako nigga you know I be trappin', my nigga Young Drako run through the millions Young Drako stack up money to the ceiling, my nigga SongtexteHad to go get a ticket Most of these niggas be really bitches Twin-Turbo when I skrrt this shit too the limit Catch me in the trap, nigga I'm whippin' fishes Okay, but that's another story, back to this trap shit In the trenches, put a hundred thousand in my mattress Fuck with Drako, bitch you know I'm bout action Make the wrong move, then my nigga start clappin' You want a pint of drink, you know that I tax you I'm the CEO of Money Gang, and nigga we blastin' Hop in the Rari, and skrrt in that Aston White Maserati, same color as Casper Jump in the foreign, you know it go faster A hundred bitches on my P, just like Master Brand new Rari, man I don't do the masda Ooh I meant Mazda, ooh I'm eatin' lobsters Hundred dollar Gucci shirt, I pop collar Thousand dollar gold bottle, I pop it Big draco on me, I don't gotta cock it I put a hundred bricks in helicopters This shit ain't got no hook, but I'm steady goin' Stand in that trap, and I'm makin' it storm Tornado whip my wrist, I fuck up my arm Two-tone Cuban link, I switch up the charm I walk in that club, and they ring an alarm I'm seeing a junkie, I'm servin' the bomb Giuseppe my toes, I do that for fun I fuck on yo bitch while I'm grippin' my gun I'm throwin' blue hundreds, I don't throw the ones I walk in that club, the strippers like "ooh, here he come" Hop out the Rari with hundred round drum Young Drako nigga, you know where I'm from Young Drako nigga, came straight out the slums Young Drako play with the pots, and the bricks, and the bon I'm in yo bitch mouth, right on her tongue Nigga want beef, it's filet mignon I ride in the Rover, I'm mixin' the soda They call me Young Drako, they call me Young Soulja Earring right, boulder Left ring, half quarter Bust down, new Rollie This bitch actin' like she know me VVS, out the water Young Drako, nigga I'm fuckin' yo daughter Malibu noble, you know that I rock new designer, I don't do the throwback When you get money, you don't gotta show that I see the Police, I'm runnin' a four flat I'm hoppin' the gate Most of these niggas, you know that they fake It ain't my birthday but you know I'm gettin' to the cake I put the Yacht right by the lake Hit from the back, bust on her face Young Drako, nigga Stacks On Deck Money Gang, Palm Tree Entertainment Gang, Gang, Gang SODMG Yeah, uh Skrrt Drako Yeah Aus Songtexte Mania