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On Gang [2019]
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Young Draco ain't gon play bout them racks, bout them stacks Call up my plug, where the f**k them packs at? Call up my shooters, where the f**k them straps at? Can’t talk on the phone, cause I know 12 been tapped that I got a hundred fifty racks in my backpack N***a think it's sweet, but on my mama I'm gon [?] that Hit him witht the chopper cause he was asking for that You wanna [?] Imma tax him for that I’m skirting round with them racks AK 47 came with a shoulder strap 2010 Choppers and BMW in the Benz murk your best friend Stand in the kitchen, I whip up a ten Young Draco, I trap out the dope hole My trap jumpin like a yo yo Oo young n***a trap with a [?] Try the funny sh*t, get hit with the draco I cannot trust a soul Watching my reer view, [?] B*t*h I be [?] like I'm from the four Imma big blood [?] nose What was you thinking bout? demans out N***a we just had bought Nemons out we squeezing bout on the chain N***a play gang, then we busting your brain I been asleep, I was stuck on the drank Put him to sleep, tryna f**k with the gang got paint by the lieder Ride in the herse, I be killing these n***as Like a fauset, i be drippin, lil b*t*h Ride with the stick cause sh*t can get [?] My killers deadly, riding around with the [?] Mansion in the hills, no neighbors That's living, pour up the lean when I get in my feelings Double cup muddy, I'm sippin on red rap money, then put it on your head I remember I was busting down spread Now I ride around in a big body Benz Two foreign hoes, f**k her and her friend Riding with Draco with the draco, lord forgive me, yeah he know that I sin Hop out, and I kill you and your friend put the Glock to your chin Bentley what I'm sliding in Gla**es on me, these Versace lenses You dn't want no problems, I came from the bottom Don't make me throw you in the grave We trappin, never had a day job I'm selling them P’s out a racecar I scoot up, and I shoot your face off I splash and I drip when I walk in the bank My diamonds more wet than a motherf**king lake I’m in the trap wearing two tone I break a b*t*h, I don't do no dates All of these racks, I be feeling like Chapo I sware that you don’t wanna f**k with [?] Splash up on you, and we knock out your taco like Tyson Don't got no racks, we can't talk about prices feel like fighting I'm always ready Keep a stick, my thoughts is deadly Two grams of that Molly, I’m rolling heavy Just ran through a hundred, I'm getting sweaty This b*t*h that I'm toating spit 50 shots F**k all the opps, we spin any block Glock If I don't know him [?] up on the spot We shoot up [?] at every spot They don't play with my name, they better notI be shippin packs, we be selling out That n***a a b*t*h, he'll sell you out Know that it's blood in this b*t*h Know we gon trap out the mansion Watch my diamonds, they dancing We toating sticks in the Wraith Tell you you a b*t*h to your face that case Kicking in doors and running in houses thousands Bad b*t*h, I call her [?] I got rich off a one way Flew your b*t*h out on a one way She wanna stay, but I made her go anyway I got some stories and some times where I made it snow I was selling work to make it to my last show We was sippin Ac, we ain't know what we was sippin on We was red rag sliding, [?] that's what you trippin on
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