Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hundred shots at his crew, that's a flatline
Yeah, these hoes linin' up just like a hairline
Yeah, I pulled up in that monster, it was a redeye
Girl, I'll pull up on you on my spare time
Real hood baby, yeah, we tell the damn lies
Comin' through the back of the club, I'm not in line
And this chopper drummin' like it's Drumline
Catch you down bad and your allies
I'll pass it out
Girl, stop all that trippin', I'll pass it out
Call Collin Road Deebo, he got bags out
Hope you ain't trippin', pull these bands out
Out that Draco, it's a lot of shots

Yeah, we creepin' with your main ho
Fuck 12, not pullin' over, not the Rover
Balenciaga drip, yeah, the pullover
Money, keep it on me like a damn Trojan
Stuff it in my pants, can't even walk, ho
Stuff it in my pants, I'm 'bout to fall over
Yeah, these diamonds on me and they all chokers
Diamonds real wet just like a Super Soaker (yeah)
Let's chop this shit down like a lawnmower (yeah)
When that chopper spit, it's like a flamethrower (yeah, yeah)
Baguettes on me now whiter than baking soda (yeah, yeah)
I got a pink slip, you ain't got a fucking toy
Shout out Juan, if he havin' Runtz, he havin' the real odor
Mixed with the Baccarat squirts, homie
Had to Numba Nine your own mans on you
Yeah, yeah

Hundred shots at his crew, that's a flatline
Yeah, these hoes linin' up just like a hairline
Yeah, I pulled up in that monster, it was a redeye
Girl, I'll pull up on you on my spare time
Real hood baby, yeah, we tell the damn lies
Comin' through the back of the club, I'm not in line
And this chopper drummin' like it's Drumline
Catch you down bad and your allies
I'll pass it out
Girl, stop all that trippin', I'll pass it out
Call Collin Road Deebo, he got bags out
Hope you ain't trippin', pull these bands out
Out that Draco, it's a lot of shots (woo)

Yeah, the bottom of that Draco, that's a red dot (brrt)
Yeah, we callin' D1 hoes from bein' a thot thot (thot)
Yeah, she warm up the pipe, I call her Hot Pocket (woo)
Play with the gang, we push your shit back like a drop
D-r-a-c-o, Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco (Draco)
Pullin' up in a B-E-N-Z-O, Benzo, Benzo, Benzo (skrrt)
Kick in the door to the spot, and we headin' out the backdoor (let's go)
Didn't have to beat the pot, said some words and got my racks up
Talkin' out your neck can get you hurt and held for ransom
They fucked around and put some jewels on me, that's a dirty dancer
Two door coupe, I'm ridin' with my mama, banana sticks, got ammo
Got on hightop Versace, I'm rockin' that shit with Gucci pajamas
Call my weed a brick 'cause niggas smokin' on that dank dope (dank dope)
7.62 hit your spot, take off your face, dawg
Start a new wave and watch my old wave break up (woo)
Round up them sticks and hit your block and have a standoff

Hundred shots at his crew, that's a flatline
Yeah, these hoes linin' up just like a hairline
Yeah, I pulled up in that monster, it was a redeye
Girl, I'll pull up on you on my spare time
Real hood baby, yeah, we tell the damn lies
Comin' through the back of the club, I'm not in line
And this chopper drummin' like it's Drumline
Catch you down bad and your allies
I'll pass it out
Girl, stop all that trippin', I'll pass it out
Call Collin Road Deebo, he got bags out
Hope you ain't trippin', pull these bands out
Out that Draco, it's a lot of shots

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Leland Tyler Wayne, Raqhid Jevon Render, Semaja Render