Dracs & K's ft. Moondoe Lyrics

Lost a couple soldiers to that back then

Making sure we straight

Food on my plate

But ain't no napkins

Mask

It come ducked up wit the tape

250 blades

Up in this K

Wit some left in the Drac

I'm bout my cake

Won't call it quits

Someway

But I'm gone count this pape

Fuck out my way

Steady saying fuck it

But we all gone ball today

Always gone get a bucket

I say fuck it

I'm okay

Uh

I'm okay

We got Draco's

We play ball & play 2K

Ayo brodi,

Uh,

Tell me what's the plot,

Throw that shit right in the kitchen,

Cook it in a pot,

I said wassup,

Go get the bros,

Yea,

Then go grab the glocks,

& tell 'em meet us at the courts,

Meet us at our favorite spot…

Yea my name Touch,

Uh,

Yea this shit get Hot,

Jus like bullets out this AR,

& this mufuckN Glock

You try to screen & set a pick,

You know this pussy gone get popped

Fuck that blitz,

You ain't on shit,

Bet you I make out the box

Hit two,

Erase em off the clock

You need a reason,

It ain't no demons creeping,

Angels on my block

If you can't beat 'em,

Chalk the streets,

Then meet 'em

Right there at the top

Couso said,

Mar you gotta stop,

For somebody end up,

In a box

So fuck the nurse,

We can get a hearse

& say we lost 'em to the Doc

Lost a couple soldiers to that back then

Making sure we straight

Food on my plate

But ain't no napkins

Mask

It come ducked up wit the tape

250 blades

Up in this K

Wit some left in the Drac

I'm bout my cake

Won't call it quits

Someway

But I'm gone count this pape

Fuck out my way

Steady saying fuck it

But we all gone ball today

Always gone get a bucket

I say fuck it

I'm okay

Uh

I'm okay

We got Draco's

We play ball & play 2K

When I'm shooting from the 3

& I won't miss

Run down on ya strip

Bitch

Hit you in yo shit

Speaking on my name

Better come correct

Bitch

We the type

To hang you all by ya neck

Bitch

Bitch we reckless

& we Tetras

Step up in this booth

& you know I reck shit

Step up on his neck

Show 'em how I step

Bitch

Uh

Talking on my name

Better come correct

Bitch

Better come correct

Bitch

And that's a fact

We gone hit the highway

With them pounds

I'nna back

Brodie & he following us

And you know he strapped

And if you look suspicious

Windows dropping in the back

Them windows dropping in the back

Lost a couple soldiers to that back then

Making sure we straight

Food on my plate

But ain't no napkins

Mask

It come ducked up wit the tape

250 blades

Up in this K

Wit some left in the Drac

I'm bout my cake

Won't call it quits

Someway

But I'm gone count this pape

Fuck out my way

Steady saying fuck it

But we all gone ball today

Always gone get a bucket

I say fuck it

I'm okay

Uh

I'm okay

We got Draco's

We play ball & play 2K