[Intro: Lil Scoom89]
It's this Drac'
Grr
Come here (Damn, Milioo, this shit fuego)
[Chorus: Lil Scoom89]
Micro Drac' (Micro Drac'), won't come out my hand (Stay in my hand)
EJ a bitch, when Darro died, I can't believe ran on his mans (Ran on his mans)
This Buttonland, took him for a ghost and traded it for a Gen (Grr)
Then hit some strikers, right back to the block, then hop back in that Benz (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm runnin' with gravediggers (Them gravediggers)
I ain't fuckin' with lame niggas (No lame niggas)
Nah, he wasn't in that car puttin' in work, how the fuck is he gang, nigga? (How the fuck is he gang?)
I'm little as hell with Drac', nigga (I'm Drac')
Fuck it, if it's Kias, he'll face, nigga (Yeah, face)
And you would think I was a Nazi or KKK the way that I hate niggas (The way that I hate niggas)
[Verse 1: Lil Scoom89]
Up two, shh, can't say too much
Drive through, hop out, come through cuts (Come here, come here)
Mama don't even care the life that I live, she knew I was bad as fuck
Fuck a straight, bounce out the 'Burban truck
Play crazy, that car, we fapped it up (Grr)
And hoes be on my dick, I'm young and turnt and, bitch, I'm rich as fuck (I'm rich as fuck, go)
[Verse 2: BloodHound Lil Jeff]
Bitch, we really in the trenches
If he fall, we overkill him
Kill 'em all, don't leave no witness (Brrt, brrt)
Just took an AP, this shit hittin'
I clap shit up, don't do no dissin'
Know I got aim, don't do no missin'
If you ain't gang, your ass a victim (Brrt, you know that)
Ain't no monkey in the middle (Uh-uh)
If you ain't with us, you against us
Wrist a light show, shit look like Christmas (You know that)
Still play with snow when it ain't December (You know that)
Wanna be a troll, now he can't get up (Uh-uh)
Your ass'll die for tryna act tough
We got free smoke, just take a puff
He on the floor sayin' he can't get up
These niggas old, just hang it up
We known for clappin', lettin' bangers bust (Brrt)
His ass a lame, can't hang with us (Uh-uh, can't hang with us)
[Chorus: Lil Scoom89]
Micro Drac' (Micro Drac'), won't come out my hand (Stay in my hand)
EJ a bitch, when Darro died, I can't believe ran on his mans (Ran on his mans)
This Buttonland, took him for a ghost and traded it for a Gen (Grr)
Then hit some strikers, right back to the block, then hop back in that Benz (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm runnin' with gravediggers (Them gravediggers)
I ain't fuckin' with lame niggas (No lame niggas)
Nah, he wasn't in that car puttin' in work, how the fuck is he gang, nigga? (How the fuck is he gang?)
I'm little as hell with Drac', nigga (I'm Drac')
Fuck it, if it's Kias, he'll face, nigga (Yeah, face)
And you would think I was a Nazi or KKK the way that I hate niggas (The way that I hate niggas)
[Verse 3: NoLimit Faro]
You would think that I was on the track team way I bounce out the V and chase niggas (Chase 'em)
We ain't shootin' out cars, we ain't shootin' from corners, we gon' walk right up and face niggas (Face 'em)
If you get in that jam, you gon' talk to them people, they ask, I ain't got shit to say, nigga (Shh)
I just caught one hat, Jeff caught one hat, he called and we swapped the Dracs, nigga (Swap 'em)
We just beat up the block when it's hot outside, get bored, we spinnin' the city (Spin, spin, spin)
How many opps done died 'cause they dissed No Limit? Can't count 'cause way it's too many (Dumbass)
Lil Scoom got a switch and I got a Drac', we gon' bail out in traffic and throw 'til they empty
They think 'cause I rap that I stopped slidin', I'm still drenchin' shit, you lil' niggas silly (Dumbass)
They think that I rap that I'm not slidin', I'm still drenchin' shit, boy, you better ask (Go ask)
Diss me in a song, I'm not gon' respond, catch you in the streets, I'm killin' your ass (Drench, drench, drench)
They said it was cameras, I don't give a fuck, I still jumped out 'cause I had on a mask
And I drench shit, the opps, they know, got too many toes and they all got tags, Opp
[Chorus: Lil Scoom89]
Micro Drac' (Micro Drac'), won't come out my hand (Stay in my hand)
EJ a bitch, when Darro died, I can't believe ran on his mans (Ran on his mans)
This Buttonland, took him for a ghost and traded it for a Gen (Grr)
Then hit some strikers, right back to the block, then hop back in that Benz (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm runnin' with gravediggers (Them gravediggers)
I ain't fuckin' with lame niggas (No lame niggas)
Nah, he wasn't in that car puttin' in work, how the fuck is he gang, nigga? (How the fuck is he gang?)
I'm little as hell with Drac', nigga (I'm Drac')
Fuck it, if it's Kias, he'll face, nigga (Yeah, face)
And you would think I was a Nazi or KKK the way that I hate niggas (The way that I hate niggas)
