Dro 4x - No Muffler

Ride around with that blick on my waste
Like corona i'm catching a case
My side girl built like a vase
Told them boys ain't no winning this race
I'm a dog I been let out the cage
Feel like Uzi i'm jumping off stage
Feel like Uzi cuz Love is Rage
I might buy me a crib with a maze
Like a City Girl yeah ima act up
Diamonds white like i'm tryna go backup
You keep worrying bout having that mac tucked
But you ain't even got your racks up
Feeling like I got some to prove
Lately I been in my groove
Choppa slide on him make him move
Ima knock a hater out his shoes
I been chasing that money them riches
If he play with the gang he get stitches
I been down bad it itches
Got 10k up in these britches
Got a Smith and Wesson on me
I would love to get a issue
Caught a opp by McDonalds
Wiped his nose with no tissue
I been running with the same gang since 2014
I done slid on the opps cuz he started acting green
Now his family pouring his ashes just like it's lean
Cuz he spoke up on the gang now its two up in his spleen
I don't play with kids
I don't play with kids
Youngin out his body tell em stop hitting that mid
Bout a Scatpack and I supercharged the benz
Can't see no broke jits Cartier my lens
Watch I hit the Dougie when I step off in the party
Shots leave em read I ain't talking Playboi Carti
Engine super loud got no muffler on the rari
Came in here retarded so you bet not get me started
Booted up
Like i'm Dj Revolution
JFK , ain't talking no execution
Pockets fat, ain't talking bout no Rasputia
Bought a lion
But I ain't talking Lucious
Me and trell in that rolls
All black
EJ behind me
Steady swerving in that lac
Watch I pop up out that window
With that shotty all black
Catch you lacking like you ricky
I put two up in your back
Jit recycled he a lame
Yeah I got that bang
You would think we playing warzone
Strapped up with that aim
Long live k7
Ima always scream your name
They took my brudda
So i'm that Trackhawk switching lanes
See them blue lights on me
Yeah i'm speeding up
In that sprinter with the gang, you know we be eating up
Treat that 30 like a microwave yeah its heating up
Like a polo up in church, you know I keep that glizzy tucked
Gang!
I don't play with kids
I don't play with kids
Youngin out his body tell em stop hitting that mid
Bout a Scatpack and I supercharged the benz
Can't see no broke jits Cartier my lens
Watch I hit the Dougie when I step off in the party
Shots leave em read I ain't talking Playboi Carti
Engine super loud got no muffler on the rari
Came in here retarded so you bet not get me started

Written by:
Leandro Dixon IV

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