Dreek2Cool - Ronald Acuña (feat. 100k Tremi)

Pop me a addy
I turn up a notch
Pop me a perky
I turn up again
Bitches be choosing
Fuck you and your friend
The life of a sin
We setting these trends
I'm drunk as a bitch
Give me some room
Cause I'm popping my shit
Like a blunt full of za
Yeah we got this bitch lit
Ronald Acuna i'm swinging a stick
Ice out my clock
And that bitch don't not tik
Kill all my opps
Until they ass don't exist
Beam on his body
Bullets hot like they takis
We shoot at star like a mf rocket
I got these racks in my mf pocket
You know you it ain't about lil nigga
Just stop it before body be dropping
I keep a glocc on me
He got that gwop on him
Thinking about robbing him
Wiping his nose
When I'm in public
I just walking these niggas staring
I might strike pose
Say it was up but didn't even know
All of my diamonds
You know they be froze
Label keep calling
But I keep on stalling
I need me a ten to get on the rode
Change on my niggas for what
I put some change on my niggas
Like yeahhhh
Trap booming making these plays
I feel like coach of the year
Bitch begging asking
I feel like deck
I told her to tare
Let's Go
And I share these bih pizza
And share these bih like blunts
That Foreign gone crawl
Like a mf spider
I got love for a bitch
But we don't have a title
I feel like champ
When I step on my rivals
I pray every night
But I don't read the bible
Yeah Dreek is 2cool for these bitches
Yeah and dreek is 2cool these hoes
Treat these niggas like they moma
Get the tissue wimp they nose
Pop me a addy
I turn up a notch
Pop me a perky
I turn up again
Bitches be choosing
Fuck you and your friend
The life of a sin
We setting these trends
I'm drunk as a bitch
Give me some room
Cause I'm popping my shit
Like a blunt full of za
Yeah we got this bitch lit
Ronald Acuna i'm swinging a stick
Ice out my clock
And that bitch don't not tik
Ice on my wrist
And it's ice in my cup
I'm sending shots
When I jump out the wimp
We serving bags
I smoke a zip
Just drop the lo
Spend you block in a lyft
You ain't no get money
Go jump off a cliff
I'm get money
I jump off a jet
Pop his lil top
Boy go get you some rest
Got me a rental
I got that bitch tent
Baccarat on yeah she loving the sense
Westside atlanta she like the accent
Break that bitch heart
Make her go cry and go vent
Take her ass shopping
And pay up her rent
33 gelato I'm high in this bitch
The opp they keep watching
My fire in this bitch
They gone die in this bitch
They get fried like a fish
Pop my shit dior outfit
Match my blick
Who want smoke like nardo wick
Get you drop and send that blitz
Step on his man he ain't do shit
That nigga a bitch
In love with the money
I'm trying to get rich
And your bitch on my dick
Cause a nigga to lit

Written by:
Rodriquez Strickland

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