21 Savage — Brand New Draco

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