Dracos & Arps Songtext
Every opp shot, everything dead, nigga
41 shots to the head, bitch
Yeah, got a thing for my ARP, but I'm in love with my Draco (Grrah, boom)
Yeah, nigga, I let her tote on my ARP depending on how my day go, bitch
Broke hoes, yeah, I hate those
If I know that she goin’, I bait hoes (Yeah)
I'm in the cut gettin' drunk off añejo
And shot after shot, only Benjis, I chase those, fuck
41 shots to the head, bitch
Yeah, got a thing for my ARP, but I'm in love with my Draco (Grrah, boom)
Yeah, nigga, I let her tote on my ARP depending on how my day go, bitch
Broke hoes, yeah, I hate those
If I know that she goin’, I bait hoes (Yeah)
I'm in the cut gettin' drunk off añejo
And shot after shot, only Benjis, I chase those, fuck
She only call me when she wanna fuck, so what? (What the fuck?)
She so blunt, I parked a double R right in the front (Runnin’ that shit)
She only double hands up out the gun and if she bad enough I hit her from the front (From the front of that bitch)
I do what I want nobody tell me nothing, someone tryna step, I put 'em in the blunt, bitch
Yeah (Yeah), on my set, any situation I adjust to (Word to bro)
I take a trip to your door, my brother start kicking down shit like it's kung fu (Like it's kung fu)
Like damn, I don't want to tussle
Like a surgeon we rip through the muscle
Can't put trust in nobody around me, these nigga be snitching, D'Angelo Russell (Like, damn)
A-All, all black on they block moving subtle
RB on the left, if I click he throw double (Click that shit)
Bullets is sticky like gum and if he try to run he get popped like a bubble (Pop that shit)
Put that beam on his skin like a stubble
And when he see the G, then he know he in trouble (Pussy)
30 put em to sleep make him snuggle (Dickhead)
Now he in the ground like a shovel, fuck (It's Carter, dickhead)
And if he push up I’m rolling with killers, on brodie he done
Bitch, how is you losin’ so many ya members, you feel like you won? Back door closed, they forgot 'bout the front
When we blitz through they shit, I’ma bet you they run
Loafin' with bread, I gotta be dumb, like, I gotta keep me a— (It's Carter, dickhead)
Fuck-nigga, I'm good where I go, big G, I gotta say so (G Herbo)
Everybody got switches and Dracs, only way I’m impressed when a nigga got bankrolls
I ain't brand-new gettin' this check, I done been in that bitch countin' up to the bank closed
18 and baguettes, and VS, I don't think you can go to an era I ain't froze
Eighty carats, I got em in rows
Rose from the mud, hit the 'Raq in the black Ghost
I got two hunnid shots in my shows
Pick up the sack and I walk out the back door
Never panic in case they attack
Plus, this Percocet keep me relaxed
Blow the Glock, might get caught in the act
When I'm talkin', they know it's a fact (You know that)
Yeah, got a thing for my ARP, but I'm in love with my Draco (Grrah, boom)
Yeah, nigga, I let her tote on my ARP depending on how my day go, bitch (Yeah)
Broke hoes, yeah, I hate those
If I know that she goin', I bait hoes (Yeah)
I'm in the cut gettin' drunk off añejo
And shot after shot, only Benjis, I chase those (Chase that shit), fuck
She so blunt, I parked a double R right in the front (Runnin’ that shit)
She only double hands up out the gun and if she bad enough I hit her from the front (From the front of that bitch)
I do what I want nobody tell me nothing, someone tryna step, I put 'em in the blunt, bitch
Yeah (Yeah), on my set, any situation I adjust to (Word to bro)
I take a trip to your door, my brother start kicking down shit like it's kung fu (Like it's kung fu)
Like damn, I don't want to tussle
Like a surgeon we rip through the muscle
Can't put trust in nobody around me, these nigga be snitching, D'Angelo Russell (Like, damn)
A-All, all black on they block moving subtle
RB on the left, if I click he throw double (Click that shit)
Bullets is sticky like gum and if he try to run he get popped like a bubble (Pop that shit)
Put that beam on his skin like a stubble
And when he see the G, then he know he in trouble (Pussy)
30 put em to sleep make him snuggle (Dickhead)
Now he in the ground like a shovel, fuck (It's Carter, dickhead)
And if he push up I’m rolling with killers, on brodie he done
Bitch, how is you losin’ so many ya members, you feel like you won? Back door closed, they forgot 'bout the front
When we blitz through they shit, I’ma bet you they run
Loafin' with bread, I gotta be dumb, like, I gotta keep me a— (It's Carter, dickhead)
Fuck-nigga, I'm good where I go, big G, I gotta say so (G Herbo)
Everybody got switches and Dracs, only way I’m impressed when a nigga got bankrolls
I ain't brand-new gettin' this check, I done been in that bitch countin' up to the bank closed
18 and baguettes, and VS, I don't think you can go to an era I ain't froze
Eighty carats, I got em in rows
Rose from the mud, hit the 'Raq in the black Ghost
I got two hunnid shots in my shows
Pick up the sack and I walk out the back door
Never panic in case they attack
Plus, this Percocet keep me relaxed
Blow the Glock, might get caught in the act
When I'm talkin', they know it's a fact (You know that)
Yeah, got a thing for my ARP, but I'm in love with my Draco (Grrah, boom)
Yeah, nigga, I let her tote on my ARP depending on how my day go, bitch (Yeah)
Broke hoes, yeah, I hate those
If I know that she goin', I bait hoes (Yeah)
I'm in the cut gettin' drunk off añejo
And shot after shot, only Benjis, I chase those (Chase that shit), fuck
