Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Draco , by - Rah Swish. Release date: 25.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Draco |
| Nine shots in the Ruger |
| I step on any fuckin' court |
| They like watch the shooter |
| I’m in the streets duckin' the law, they tellin' me stay focused |
| All on my dick, they smile in my face but want me to lose they stay hopin' |
| Niggas don’t comment just they throw salt on my name when they scrollin' |
| Ran threw them bitchs they open |
| She in the crib but her legs open |
| See them niggas mad, but they never say nothin' |
| I get a bag I know they hate somethin' |
| Bitches is trash so I never chase them |
| See them in person and they always |
| I do the dash I’m racin' |
| Came for the cash |
| Can’t post on the Ave |
| They know that I’m mad impatient |
| They wanna brag |
| I sit back and laugh |
| I got off my ass they waitin' |
| Word to my mother we started this |
| Duece in the booth so we brought it in |
| Pray that we get him, shots Imma send 'em if we do not him they targeted |
| Know they pray on my downfall |
| They in love with them bitches, but we fuck 'em good so they come around more |
| Imma keep ballin' on niggas, ain’t no way I’m stopping I shot till game over |
| All of this money coming I’m coming across, swearin' I can not stay sober |
| We get cash, peso |
| Shoot up the town, and stay low |
| Let off a round, Draco |
| Them niggas mad but, they know |
| Imma keep ballin' on niggas, ain’t no way I’m stopping I shot till game over |
| All of this money coming I’m coming across, swearin' I can not stay sober |
| We get cash, peso |
| Shoot up the town, and stay low |
| Let off a round, Draco |
| Them niggas mad but, they know |
| Had to get back in my element, feel like I got back in my zone now |
| I do not care bout the extra shit, once I hit I be like leave me alone now |
| Fuckin' on his bitch, if she don’t belong to me, get it on camera to phone out |
| If you see them in Bally’s wit gang, nine times outta ten them bitches got |
| flown out |
| Shit I got my funds up, these niggas babies I pray they go pick a gun up |
| Don’t make me the reason you gotta eat food through a straw, can’t pick your son |
| The niggas the run-up you will get bun up, spot him then he gettin' bum-rushed |
| Strippers they love us fillin' the cup up, shake it while she pickin' ones up |
| Lookin' for smoke, yea I’m wit it I’m giving it out like I work in a weed shop |
| Pull up to the show we like twenty or better, we snuck in this bitch with like |
| three chops |
| Got rid of my old bitch, when I’m on the phone doing business she stay try to |
| eavesdrop |
| If she fuckin' I get her some red bottoms, if ain’t Imma put her in Reebok |
| Told me my shit the heat rock, I got the streets locked |
| Shoot him, and hope his heartbeat stop |
| Still on them east blocks, makin' the street hot |
| Ain’t hittin', if she ain’t giving me top |
| Know they want me shot |
| They know that I keep Glocks, might have to shoot up your G ride |
| They know how we flock |
| They still didn’t get back, that siht happened to them like three times |
| Imma keep ballin' on niggas, ain’t no way I’m stopping I shot till game over |
| All of this money coming I’m coming across, swearin' I can not stay sober |
| We get cash, peso |
| Shoot up the town, and stay low |
| Let off a round, Draco |
| Them niggas mad but, they know |
| Imma keep ballin' on niggas, ain’t no way I’m stopping I shot till game over |
| All of this money coming I’m coming across, swearin' I can not stay sober |
| We get cash, peso |
| Shoot up the town, and stay low |
| Let off a round, Draco |
| Them niggas mad but, they know |