RugratDraco - Draco Flow Lyrics

Just like the billboard nigga got hits
All he saw was the flash
Couldn't even see the stick
Why you flexing all them hundreds
When that shit is counterfeit
Caught him lacking at the store
He was lacking with his bitch
Feel like slick with
this 808 drum on my gun
I'm the type to pull up
Point this bitch at anyone
He was running so I shot him
Call that bitch a hit and run
Niggas do this shit for clout
Bitch I do this shit for fun
Heard them talking
yeah, they talking
Ima pull up in that bitch and get to sparking
If that nigga tried to hide we gone stalk him
Bitch im feeling like biggie
Who shot ya
If that nigga try to flex
Ima rob him
Bullets leave a nigga hot no sriracha
Ima slide make his block do the cha cha
I can make him disappear like tada
I got shooters on my side
Why yall niggas trying to hide
Know I got the fucking drop
It's going to be a homicide
Snatch his soul out his chest
Time to take him for that ride
Heard he fucking with the opps
Told that nigga pick a side
All these niggas want the smoke
Ain't no way I'm backing down
Choppa wet a nigga up
Would've that the nigga drowned
I be laughing at the opps
Cause them niggas fucking clowns
You ain't really killing shit
Nigga sit the fuck down

Just like the billboard nigga got hits
All he saw was the flash
Couldn't even see the stick
Why you flexing all them hundreds
When that shit is counterfeit
Caught him lacking at the store
He was lacking with his bitch
Feel like slick with
this 808 drum on my gun
I'm the type to pull up
Point this bitch at anyone
He was running so I shot him
Call that bitch a hit and run
Niggas do this shit for clout
Bitch I do this shit for fun
Heard them talking
yeah, they talking
Ima pull up in that bitch and get to sparking
If that nigga tried to hide we gone stalk him
Bitch im feeling like biggie
Who shot ya
If that nigga try to flex
Ima rob him
Bullets leave a nigga hot no sriracha
Ima slide make his block do the cha cha
I can make him disappear like tada
I got shooters on my side
Why yall niggas trying to hide
Know I got the fucking drop
It's going to be a homicide
Snatch his soul out his chest
Time to take him for that ride
Heard he fucking with the opps
Told that nigga pick a side
All these niggas want the smoke
Ain't no way I'm backing down
Choppa wet a nigga up
Would've that the nigga drowned
I be laughing at the opps
Cause them niggas fucking clowns
You ain't really killing shit
Nigga sit the fuck down