[Intro]
(Damn Draco, you made this?)
I'm in the booth and I'm a geeked
Like, flockin' the sound of the streets
M Row

[Verse 1: M Row]
Like, if I'm in the street, let it go with my gun, just duck on the side and get hit in the noggin
We done punched on bloggers, takin' they phones, just so they never could log in
Bitch, the same fit he wearin' right there on his page, the same outfit he got shot in
We had the lo' on this n***a, we rushed to the addy, like we runnin' late tryna clock in
Foreign lil' bitch eat, eat, like, she's saying that she eat the [?]
Bullets louder than diamonds, shot make you die tonight, making a movie not talking Napoleon
I got tools, sticks, ladders, and brooms, bitch label me the custodian
If I don't fuck with you, just know that it's up with you, you'll get slimed out no Nickelodeon
Like PSA to all y'all n***as that want to be near me just know I'm a target
Not a regular artist
If you spin in the car two times, guaranteed we gon' parallel park it
Like, whenever I cruise my V, bitch in the passenger, gun on the arm rest
Blow out the car, boom, neighbors gon' call the police, tryna say it's a bomb threat
Like, bitch, tried to ask me to pay, for what? I be fuckin' the cat up for free, bitch
I-I-I am a P-I-M-P, I don't know what the fuck did you hear about me
N***a, I'm tryna catch me a B, O-O-O-D while I leave your face on the tee
Like, free bro, always throw up the C
RIP to the opp that he put underneath
[Verse 2: Rell Vert]
You my son, lil' boy, I'm your father
In the game we ball coach Carter
I came for nothing, but I'm a lil' farther
You on the bench and I am a starter
We kill shit so boy don't start nothing
Big ass Drac' you lack, we spark something
Two turnt, she like how I come
Always shootin', I ain't never run
That n***a died and he had a gun
The opps so tired, all they do is run
The opps so broke, all them n***as bums
Copy what I do, n***as they my son
Dog shit comin' and it come in tons
Think we gon' fight, ain't no one on one
You can throw a fist, I'm a up a gun
79 baby, I ain't goin' for none
Rap shit crazy, bitch, I'm goin' up
N***as don't smoke, who want war with us?
Call up fo'nem, they let pistols bust
Coolin' with Jumanji, cause he been with us
N***as can't hang, they ain't been with us
Take a n***a chain, make him give it up
Shootin' out a car, that shit rookie stuff
Lost my bro, that shit shook me, bruh
Got hit with Drac', he ain't gettin' up
[Outro: Rell Vert]
He got hit with Drac', that n***a ain't gettin' up
On fo'nem
You know how to fuck, I'm with my boy, [?] gang shit
N***as they lame shit, bitch