Draco (feat. Ka$hkam)

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Seuss the Rapscallion

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All you pussies get up out my way (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Need my space, lil bitch, get out my face (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get me fucked up, you talkin' bout Drake (Draaaake?)
But neither you or him was ever gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Got the fuckin' money, sleepin' with the racks
Sellin' all the dope, choppin' up the packs
Bitch you not a shooter, all you do is fuckin' cap
Came up from the Mack, so you know I fuckin' scrap
Slide up with the gang, hop out with the thang
Earmuffs on your mama so she doesn't hear the bang
Pull up with a stick, pull up hit a lick
When you left the house, your girl suck my dick
Suck me lick a tick, suck me with some grip
When you walked in, you were slippin' on her spit
Keep a Glock tucked, keep a bitch fucked
Gun to his head, "Keep your hands up"
Ran off with your stuff, you ain't even tough
Actin' like you 'bout it, you a fuckin' bluff
You want all the smoke, but your fuckin' hands cuffed
But your fuckin' hands cuffed
Hold up let me preach, whitey like I'm bleached
Smell I got the stink, saucin' with the ink
Cotton candy pink, coke is in the sink
Need the snow plug, know I got the fuckin' link
They still know it's me, slide off with the sneak
Throwin' gold at me, call me fuckin' Tink
I just smoked a blunt, ordered Uber Eats
Movin hella drugs, I just wanna eat
This ain't for the clout, know what I'm about
Talk your fuckin shit, pistol whip you to the mouth
If you want the smoke, you know where I live
No you can't hang, bitch, f*ck up out my crib
Man I saw y'all
All black ski masks
Runnin' through my crib, AK's
So Imma start bustin'
Pop, pop, pop
All you pussies get up out my way (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Need my space, lil bitch, get out my face (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get me fucked up, you talkin' bout Drake (Draaaake?)
But neither you or him was ever gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Pull up with the gang, no this ain't a game
Boy you just a lame, get the f*ck up out my face
Drug game up, never ever laced
Gotta see the judge, gotta beat the fuckin' case
Trap house in the city, wake up lickin' titties
Surrounded by the thots, surrounded by the bitties
If I got the hunnids, then you know I got the fifties
Pull up with the pistol, Imma smack you 'til you dizzy
Let me pop my shit
Imma fuckin' rock your shit
Like it's 2k, Imma block your shit
If we got beef, drop that shit
I don't f*ck with ops and shit
If you see a cop, we hop in the whip
Red and blue lights, we don't stop for no big
We roll up in their six
High speed chase, left turn race
Peekin out the back and I think he saw my face
Shoot him in disgrace, the charges Imma face
Like I'm Tay-K, I gotta do the fuckin' race
Pull up, coupe space
If I roll through, then she know I got the race
Bunch of chips like Lays
Shoot 'em in the back, bitch I shoot you with the K
I had the Glock
12 bullets
You was crawlin' on my carpet and shit
Shot you in the ass
Pop, pop, pop
Shot your dumb ass again, bitch
I'm the real Soulja
All you pussies get up out my way (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Need my space, lil bitch, get out my face (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get me fucked up, you talkin' bout Drake (Draaaake?)
But neither you or him was ever gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
All you pussies get up out my way (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Need my space, lil bitch, get out my face (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get me fucked up, you talkin' bout Drake (Draaaake?)
But neither you or him was ever gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Aubrey Graham in the wheelch- Draaaake
Y'all niggas better stop playin' with me

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