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lil scoom89 & vonoff1700 - drako lyrics

[intro: vonoff1700]
alright, n+gga, alright
n+gga, i’m—, dumb+ass n+gga (tuned up)
n+gga, i’m rich
turnt up, not burnt up, diss on the gang, get your dumb ass sent up (ayo, chef, alright, come on)

[chorus: vonoff1700]
n+gga, i’m rich (you know that), i gotta ride ’round with a draco (a drac’)
my shooters gon’ shoot when i say so (when i say so)
yeah, i’ll hop on your song and sh+t, but hit up frog ’cause you gotta pay though (a bag)
when i was a kid, n+gga, i was playin’ with guns, your b+tch ass was playin’ with play+doh (your b+tch ass)
my shorty done caught him a b, he still runnin’ the streets, i keep tellin’ the n+gga to lay low (yo, chill)
take his gun and kick his lil’ ass out the car, we just slid and the lil’ n+gga ain’t blow (b+tch ass)
hit his ass all in his head, left his brains on the floor, that sh+t remind me of alfredo
the opps just dropped a song, that sh+t so weak, i d+mn near threw a tomato (f+ck, ooh)
we hit his ass so many times, he was dead on the scene, it ain’t no reason to pray for

[verse: lil scoom89]
shorty be hangin’ with opps, bе all on they block, so we already shе backdoor (her ass backdoor)
n+ggas be runnin’ they mouth and still doin’ time, every time i get caught, i play slow
splat got switch a d+mn draco (grr)
talkin’ ’bout broke, i’ll up a bank roll (up a bank roll)
tryna pour up and get high, i’m lookin’ for tris, tryna drop me a deuce in a faygo (in a faygo)
this b+tch swallowed my kids and didn’t even care, she like it with extra mayo (extra mayo)
locked in with the cartel, we bringin’ in ‘bows, big bronem f+ck with the yayo (they f+ck with the yayo)
pockets be filled up with cheese, i never run out, my jeans be filled up with queso (filled up with queso)
got caught up with my b+tch, now she on ig steady postin’ on how she hate hoes (how she hate hoes)
high+speed chase, county bound, i can’t go (skrrt)
7.62 drac’ sh+lls, we ate those (grr)
she eat d+ck like it’s a mango (it’s a mango)
von in a ‘cat, i’m d+gg+n’ a ‘rango (skrrt, skrrt)
tryna fit in, that’s why we clap hoes
body bag n+ggas, they know we tag toes (grr)
lyin’ he dead, we know that’s cap though (come here)
ain’t hop in the rolls, but i’m in that track’ though
[chorus: vonoff1700]
n+gga, i’m rich (you know that), i gotta ride ’round with a draco (a drac’)
my shooters gon’ shoot when i say so (when i say so)
yeah, i’ll hop on your song and sh+t, but hit up frog ’cause you gotta pay though (a bag)
when i was a kid, n+gga, i was playin’ with guns, your b+tch ass was playin’ with play+doh (your b+tch ass)
my shorty done caught him a b, he still runnin’ the streets, i keep tellin’ the n+gga to lay low
take his gun and kick his lil’ ass out the car, we just slid and the lil’ n+gga ain’t blow (b+tch ass)
hit his ass all in his head, left his brains on the floor, that sh+t remind me of alfredo
the opps just dropped a song, that sh+t so weak, i d+mn near threw a tomato (f+ck, ooh)
we hit his ass so many times, he was dead on the scene, it ain’t no reason to pray for

- lil scoom89 vonoff1700 lyrics

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