King Draco

BloodHound Q50

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    Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother
    (This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)

    Go, bust down AP, fuck that presi
    Different colored bricks like a nigga play Tetris
    I was up in the Mil, cut the dumps on fetty
    Or robbin' niggas that's out here flexin'
    Chat vanish mode, these hoes be messy
    Rookie-ass nigga, Risky Road wasn't ready
    Head tap, head tap, turn his ass to a veggie
    Dissin' on me ain't gon' bring your mans back
    I caught a leg shot, but you had you a shit-bag
    I ain't got no picks, kill his mama if I get mad, go
    Bitch wanna fuck 'cause she know I'm a killer
    Me and Jeff got way more hats than—
    Her old nigga lame, she know that I'm realer, first night, I hit her

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    Bounce out the car, just runnin' and blastin'
    Standin' over niggas turned to my passion
    After a drill, me and Swerv just laughin'
    And for Jeff, they know that I'm crashin'
    If you want smoke, let me know where you at
    Givin' lil' bro ten, he catch the right hat
    Don't drill with these niggas, these niggas be rats
    And for Scoom, you know we got back, go
    High-speed chase right after a hit
    Bitch wanna fuck 'cause a young nigga lit
    Sixteen-five if you want you a brick
    (I done lost my Drac', fuck it, pass me the switch)
    Only sippin' on Pav if I can't find Tris
    GDK for the Bricks, niggas only make disses
    This an old pack, nigga, fuck Duck and Brick

    Yeah, life is great, fuck nigga, it sucks to be an opp right now, haha
    It sucks to be your punk ass, punk-ass nigga
    They talkin' 'bout: What's wrong?

    Go, bust down AP, fuck that presi
    Different colored bricks like a nigga play Tetris
    I was up in the Mil, cut the dumps on fetty
    Or robbin' niggas that's out here flexin'
    Chat vanish mode, these hoes be messy
    Rookie-ass nigga, Risky Road, wasn't ready
    Head tap, head tap, turn his ass to a veggie
    Dissin' on me ain't gon' bring your mans back
    I caught a leg shot, but you had you a shit-bag
    I ain't got no picks, kill his mama if I get mad, go
    Bitch wanna fuck 'cause she know I'm a killer
    Me and Jeff got way more hats than—
    Her old nigga lame, she know that I'm realer, first night, I hit her

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