dracbaby - ouf of time lyrics
[intro]
(dj kidd, this a hit for sure)
[chorus]
n+ggas get hit in their asses and sh+t, why these n+ggas ain’t dyin’?
these n+ggas some b+tches, f+ck 400, they been runnin’ out of time
keep playin’ on my name, i’ma k!ll lil’ red and throw his ass in the ground
still smokin’ on— hop out the car and walk his fingerprint down
they need call for a body, i’m payin’ their lawyers, i’m makin’ all my n+ggas bonds
f+ck your n+gga, they should have their glock, i’m throwin’ smoke in my lungs
i’ve been bakin’ this cake d+mn near year, i ain’t no way i’m finna miss
i just sent like two hundred shots in their hood, they playin’, go grab some tissues
[verse]
just told my lil’ man, i’ll get ’em instanty, don’t let ’em see the hospital
i gave ’em a dub, thеy hopped in the back of the ambulancе, i’m tryna k!ll ’em
don’t come out the house, i don’t give you permission, i’ma go grind for n+gga
f+ckin’ on these opp hoes, she a slime, they love f+ckin’ with the k!llers
watch how you talkin’ to me, lil’ b+tch, it’s 30k up in my mouth
these n+ggas just rappers, stop callin’ my phone, f+ck everything out the south
he think i’m a ho, don’t let ’em [push?] your head up, i better get your ass clapped
keep speakin’ on bezzal, i’ma fire marcus and thow his head in your lap
they thought they was funny, drill they ass, caught everybody comin’ out
hit his n+gga in [side?], they called my gang, screamin’ “headtap”
your man got k!lled, in the wraith tryna swerve, n+ggas should stay in their lane
they be in the comment section tryna troll it, better not reach for the chain
we keep that lil’ man, he ain’t tryna slide, cuh actin’ like a b+tch
caught him in traffic, gave it to his ass, [?] in a ditch
i be outside with my feet on land, he wanna duck in this sh+t
if i hop in that car, i’m grabbin’ that drac’, it’s really better than that switch
[chorus]
n+ggas get hit in their asses and sh+t, why these n+ggas ain’t dyin’?
these n+ggas some b+tches, f+ck 400, they been runnin’ out of time
keep playin’ on my name, i’ma k!ll lil’ red and throw his ass in the ground
still smokin’ on— hop out the car and walk his fingerprint down
they need call for a body, i’m payin’ their lawyers, i’m makin’ all my n+ggas bonds
f+ck your n+gga, they should have their glock, i’m throwin’ smoke in my lungs
i’ve been bakin’ this cake d+mn near year, i ain’t no way i’m finna miss
i just sent like two hundred shots in their hood, they playin’, go grab some tissues
[outro]
[?]
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