D'NASH - DRACO

My nigga come with the draco
Nigga be really bouts pesos
I know they gon do what I say so
My nigga chasing the bread like queso
Change up ya paint like I'm working for Maaco
What did you say bro
Leggings My Eggo
She walk around like she bout to be preggo
I don't have love for non of theses fake hoes
They barley did jump of the porch
Tf is a opp .. these niggas be dork
Do em like Bart make em eat up my shorts
Don't fuc with snitches we call em the narcs
I stay with the flo ant talking bout starch
I used hustle by selling that chalk
Back in the day u catch me at dark
My nigga coming cuz yea we got hart
If you want problems I guess you not smart
Shid me either cuz I'm a retard
I still my grind cuz I play my part
You come with that bull shid with cutting you short
You niggas is tuna cuz I'm a shark
I be in the streets..
and I'm ready to spark
I got the gas like I was a car
I stay with the drake .. like IM CMR
(cash money )
My nigga come with the draco
Nigga be really bouts pesos
I know they gon do what I say so
My nigga chasing the bread like queso
Change up ya paint like I'm working for Maaco
What did you say bro
Leggings My Eggo
She walk around like she bout to be preggo
I don't have love for non of theses fake hoes
I be on top
No I Ain't never gon stop
My nigga chasing the gwap
Got a couple glock with a couple of shot
I'm on the stove with a couple of pots
Mite get the drops for a couple of thots to
Don't step on the rug
When you come to the box
I be on time like I stay with a watch
You watch the clock like you work for the cops
Fucc is opp .... you nigga is bop
I Making work like I'm stuck in the shop
Ima mission I'm chasing the gwop
On top of ya head making a drop
Nash . Yeah I be loving cash
I'm trying get me a couple of bag
I keep the Draco ...Soulja fan
I Fucc off the tags
And put it in stash
My nigga come with the draco
Nigga be really bouts pesos
I know they gon do what I say so
My nigga chasing the bread like queso
Change up ya paint like I'm working for Maaco
What did you say bro
Leggings My Eggo
She walk around like she bout to be preggo
I don't have love for non of theses fake hoes

Written by:
Eddie Smith

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