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DrAcO
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I know this beat go insane
Bitch i'm running, running lanes
Did some vibes and now on rage
Keep on going, keep on slaying
Ain't no traitor, not Steve Haines
I be higher when i'm in chains
Flying up, i'm crashing planes
Purple running through my veins
I be active smoking brains
Y'all got snow, while I got strains
I be lost up in my caves
Don't got exits do got days
Who I smoke, like I got names
Talk shit on me, play some games
Y'all some down hoes, y'all some lames
Y'all do shit and don't get shame
Huh, huh, huh Spy
Huh, huh, huh Spy
Like, like, like Spy
Like, like, like
DrAcO in my closet, bitch i'll put you on the flames
You been on the news bitch, while I was smoking on that name
Leaving you back on the ground, you been taking all the fame
Couldn't do shit nah, couldn't do shit nah
Now look at what you have became
I was countin' up 'em pills, while I was flying up 'em hills
Hoes don't know shit about me, but still be getting all 'em thrills
I'll just put on you on the game, and then i'll put you on 'em bills
If you tryna run it back, bet i'll just give you all the chills
I'll just give you all the chills
I don't care the fuck you feel
I'll keep it damned i'll keep it real, if I want it i'll just steal
Huh, if I want it i'll just steal bitch
Like, like, like Spy-
You need whitening, if you want it i'll just send 'em bricks
This ain't no damn game, if you want it i'll just send em'-
Like, huh huh huh
Like, huh yeah huh
G-L-E-A-6, Glea
G-L-E-A-6, Glea
G-L-E-A
She wanna die
Got 100 racks in my spot
These niggas ain't kno' bout nothin yea
I got hunnid thots
I ain't even fuck that hoe
I ain't even fuck that hoe
How she in love?
Better ain't fuck that hoe
I'm in love with my racks until I die
I get shy!
Hunnid times
I get shy!
Uh uh
Cut off my ties
Now they gotta die
They outta sight I ain't gotta lie
Bitch done took my mind
Bitch done took my mind
Im getting high
Police done tapped my phone
Nigga ain't cop my mo
Nigga i'm talm bout mine
I ain't even fuck that hoe
I ain't even fuck that hoe
But it took me Behind
Nigga ain't come to the spot
Even if they come to the spot
They gon fly
Like, like, huh Spy!
Damn, uh uh uh
Damn, uh uh uh uh Spy
Like, DrAcO
DrAcO, DrAcO
DrAcO in my closet, bitch i'll put you on the flame
You been on the news bitch, while I was smoking on that name
Leaving you back on the ground, you been taking all the fame
Couldn't do shit nah, couldn't do shit nah
Now look at what you have became
Damn Spy
Huh, huh, huh Spy
Huh, huh, huh Spy
Huh, huh, huh Spy (Glea! Glea!)
Huh, huh, huh
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