Chief Keef - Dracula lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - Dracula lyrics]
Neighbors real nosey, weed real flunky
I'm a weed Junkie
Got F la cash, but I still eat baloney
Beef ravioli, turn to Master Chovey
Grab the macaroni, come and smack his homie
You know I got it on me, flat em like a Sony
Burn em like a phony
In Florida like I'm Tony
Bitches said she saw me
She thought she saw my Audi
Okay hoe, I'm outy, I just want the toppy
You said it was your hobby
Well, why you ain't do it sloppy?
Yeah, I got my moppy, Okay cool, you copy
Dare you try to rob me, turn you to a zombie
Baby, you're a lil boy
He calling for his mommy
In a red car, gettin head by a blondie
Chopper started laughing
I'm like ain't shit funny
I might be wearing a see through coat
You tryna find me
Yеah, we open, like a blastеr
Screen a nigga, like a plasma
Got the pump, like some asthma
Spray your block, like a tagger
Foot down, It's going faster
Football, we gon catch em
50 shots, it's a massacre
Taste some blood, bitch it's Dracula
With a boy band, call him spectacular
Uh uh, he smoking regular
One of my hoes, BMOS Dracula
They flipping gangs, these niggas spatulas
I know she fucking, bitch I'm a happener
She put it down, I have to laugh at her
She curious, it's why I don't ride with her
Your pig ass ain't come around till
I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around till
I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around till
I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around till
I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around till
I got my cabbage up
I'm a weed Junkie
Got F la cash, but I still eat baloney
Beef ravioli, turn to Master Chovey
Grab the macaroni, come and smack his homie
You know I got it on me, flat em like a Sony
Burn em like a phony
In Florida like I'm Tony
Bitches said she saw me
She thought she saw my Audi
Okay hoe, I'm outy, I just want the toppy
You said it was your hobby
Well, why you ain't do it sloppy?
Yeah, I got my moppy, Okay cool, you copy
Dare you try to rob me, turn you to a zombie
Baby, you're a lil boy
He calling for his mommy
In a red car, gettin head by a blondie
Chopper started laughing
I'm like ain't shit funny
I might be wearing a see through coat
You tryna find me
Yеah, we open, like a blastеr
Screen a nigga, like a plasma
Got the pump, like some asthma
Spray your block, like a tagger
Foot down, It's going faster
Football, we gon catch em
50 shots, it's a massacre
Taste some blood, bitch it's Dracula
With a boy band, call him spectacular
Uh uh, he smoking regular
One of my hoes, BMOS Dracula
They flipping gangs, these niggas spatulas
I know she fucking, bitch I'm a happener
She put it down, I have to laugh at her
She curious, it's why I don't ride with her
Your pig ass ain't come around till
I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around till
I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around till
I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around till
I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around till
I got my cabbage up