Brand New Draco Lyrics
Yeah
(Metro)
We ain't giving out smoke, we giving out embalming fluid
Spin that shit every day, every night
Back to back to back to back to back
Y'all n*ggas can't even trap, nothing
Post up, nothing, kick with the hoes, barbeque, nothing
We spinning back to back
Two weeks, three weeks straight, n*gga, on God, n*gga
Big 4L, p*ssy
Rockin' ice like I'm tryna make a knot go down (21, 21)
When the police hit the lights, I do not slow down (On God, on God, on God, straight up)
Brand new Draco ready to crash like when the stocks go down (Pyoom)
I'm rich for real, I could press a button and make the opps go down
(Nah, facts, p*ssy boy)
Maybach with the shade (Straight up)
Brand new CTS all red like the Braves
(On God)
Y'all just started slidin', we was slidin' back in the day (21)
21 Gang, woodgrain on the K (21)
Big Slaughter, n*gga, big dagger in my face (Straight up)
Ski mask, f*ck a camera, gun him down on tape (On God)
Breaking news, FOX 5, p*ssy, we don't play (Straight up)
I call my Hellcat OVO 'cause it keep a Drac' (Facts)
Red dot, headshot, p*ssy DOA (21)
Count me a ten in one minute, count a whole hundred in ten minutes (On God)
N*ggas need to call they hood Beyblades 'cause all we do is spin in it (On God)
I own me a couple establishments, I ain't worried 'bout your business (21)
Y'all running 'round here gossipin', I'm tryna make me some more millions (P*ssy)
Ridin' with a stick in the hotbox, I ain't never put my phone in it (P*ssy)
We call your main b*tch p*ssy hood 'cause all we do is joan in it (P*ssy)
Money the only paperwork I put my bros in (P*ssy)
Somebody please unthaw my ears 'cause they frozen
Rockin' ice like I'm tryna make a knot go down (21, 21)
When the police hit the lights, I do not slow down (On God, on God, on God, straight up)
Brand new Draco ready to crash like when the stocks go down (Pyoom)
I'm rich for real, I could press a button and make the opps go down
(Nah, facts, p*ssy boy)
Charge him with theft by taking 'cause his drip stolen (P*ssy)
Trap spot in the neighborhood is 60 Rolling (P*ssy)
Had to do CPR, I got your b*tch choking (P*ssy)
Selling Percocets, weed, bar, and cocaine
So many choppers in the spot, we leave the door open (21)
Put the water in the pot, then you stick the fork in
Put some holes in your shirt, now it's red, soakin' (21)
I ain't runnin' from no smoke, period, semi-colon (21)
You wanna hold somethin', I got plenty shells (21)
I don't even want no smoke, n*ggas gon' tattletale (On God)
I don't even play with people's kids, go play Battlefield (Straight up)
I'm from the East, home of the murders, you n*ggas'll die out here (21)
They like to box, we like to pop, both of us bodybuild (On God)
You can get hit with one of them guns from my adlib (Straight up)
You gon' f*ck around and get chopped, lil' Karate Kid (P*ssy)
I ain't seen him in a minute, but ask if God did (P*ssy)
Saint Laurent sweater
Rock Balenciaga when I rock the Barett-er (21)
Shout out Robert Kraft, fell in love with the cheddar (On God)
Beat a rapper as*, Def Jam Vendett-er (B*tch)
When it come to shh, we got plenty
Eating Ruth Chris, I done burnt out on the Beni' (21)
And I eat, sleep, shit, f*ck with the semi (On God)
Screamin' f*ck friends, family first, rocking Fendi (21)
Song Details
Singer : 21 Savage, Metro Boomin
Album : Savage Mode II
Lyrics : Joseph Froese, 21 Savage,
Metro Boomin
Music : Prince 85, Metro Boomin
Label : Republic Records
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