drayco mccoy – 2 live lyrics
[intro: draco mccoy]
we in the dungeons with it n-gg-
yeah, ooh, uh
[chorus: draco mccoy]
yeah, ooh, in the function with the boof
i give a f-ck about the rules
left the venue puffin’ like i’m snoop, ah-yeah
poof, i’m stuffin’ sl-ts up in the coupe
i press the b-tton then i vroom
f-ck the feds, zoomin’, know you seen us flew by, yeah
i, i been gettin’ way way too high
don’t try my n-gg-s man, they may shoot out
i’m tryna get it way way too live
they said that i wouldn’t, i did it
[verse 1: draco mccoy]
this sh-t is easy
diamonds stomp the yard, chris breezy
wild out with a shawty then please me
shout out to the ones who didn’t leave me
the rest you can die, uh
shawty off the bars, getting sleepy
molly got me charged, hitting greedy
hennessy, all you n-gg-s wig please please
step to the side, uh
in that moshpit like i’m tryna rip some heads off
hit that fire b-tch like i’m tryna rip her legs off
gettin’ profits, b-tch i’m tryna see that bread call
n-gg-s not sh-t, they ain’t tryna see that red rum
i’m in that ford like it’s a foreign still far from the wheel, uh
i was born to k!ll, off that fossil, you know it’s real
b-tch i’m a solid n-gg-
i see ’em, they watching, they p-ssed ’cause i got it n-gg-
i’m a profit n-gg-
i get it, i got it, i’m never gon’ drop it
i promise, put it on my mama n-gg-, ah
sippin’ sippin’, body full of liquor, ah
with it with it, they ain’t f-cking with us, ah
baby want to take a picture
hatin’ n-gg-s stay on twitter
they ain’t with us, they just know we with it b-tch
[chorus: draco mccoy]
yeah, ooh, in the function with the boof
i give a f-ck about the rules
left the venue puffin’ like i’m snoop, ah-yeah
poof, i’m stuffin’ sl-ts up in the coupe
i press the b-tton then i vroom
f-ck the feds, zoomin’, know you seen us flew by, yeah
i, i been gettin’ way way too high
don’t try my n-gg-s man, they may shoot out
i’m tryna get it way way too live
they said that i wouldn’t, i did it
[verse 2: mathaius young]
never pressed ’bout a b-tch
never pressed ’bout a b-tch n-gg-
time to flex for your best friend
call a he-rs-, tell ’em come and get ’em
road runnin’, money bag, always bustin’ moves like quarterback
big pockets for them big racks
countin’ cheese, i can smell a rat
little toy, ricki lake, barely talk, can’t relate
money counter, cool me down
being high, never coming down
making plays, make somethin’ shake
gain a couple pounds like i’m sellin’ weight
first alb-m let the first tape
you in last place, got the worst tape
hah, admit it, stealing swag for a penny
or for a dime, i got plenty
catchin’ work all through the city
hah, great, got a n-gg- running late
doin’ laps like i’m in a race
money on the line like a date
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