City Morgue, Sickboyrari - Crack The DRACO lyrics
[City Morgue, Sickboyrari - Crack The DRACO lyrics]
Shh ayy
It's Big Sleeze, it’s Big Sleeze sleezy
It's Big Sleeze ewok
Yeah, yeah, ayy
(Mula) run up, get gunned up (Blaow)
My gun up, you dumb fucks (Blaow)
Two sticks, like a nun-chuck (Blaow)
Two chicks on my one nut (Slide)
She suck us, she fuck us
Her boyfriend confront us (Fuck outta here)
I give him concussions (Blaow)
End of discussion (Rrah)
I don't play much (No, no)
I don’t say much (No, no)
Put the pole to your skull
Get your face crushed (Rrah)
AR-15, spray off sixteen (Boom)
Hole in one, come play golf with me
(Boom boom)
Break off Britney, take y'all Whitney
Bukkake on her body
Leave her face all drippy (Splash)
Seem misunderstood, I don't play though
(Fuck outta here)
I'ma crack the wood on a draco (Mula)
Crack the woods on the dracos
All my niggas gon' slide, bitch, if I say so
Talk down the gang, turn a
Glock in your face, hoe
Talk down the gang, airin' out
The whole place for 'em, yeah
SLITSHYT, countin' bands
Nikes on my feet, same colors as some xans
Slide with the Glizzy, airin’ shit like a fan
Slide with the Glizzy, airin’
Shit at your mans, yeah
My Glizzy make you wanna up Beretta (Okay)
You niggas lookin' down like you
Don’t know no better (Wassup)
At Christmas got it in the
Fuzzy knitted ugly sweater (Okay)
With the white tee, where the cheddar?
(Huh, huh?) Now I'm on the ketchup (Okay
Yeah) the hoes on top of hoes
So bitch hop over my dick (Huh, huh)
Clothes on top of clothes because
A nigga hood rich (yeah)
Leave him in the cold 'cause
He was talkin' that shit (Wassup?)
You don’t want the static
Light 'em like the matches (Wassup?)
Ayy, run up, it's a City Morgue cleanup
(Huh?)
Glock squeeze up, bitch, I pull like tweezers
(Damn)
Shawty, pleaser, dumb but she a teaser (Okay)
Bullets melt ya', like a brain teaser
(Okay, okay, okay)
Crack the woods on the dracos
All my niggas gon' slide, bitch, if I say so
Talk down the gang, turn a
Glock in your face, hoe
Talk down the gang, airin' out
The whole place for 'em, yeah
SLITSHYT, countin' bands
Nikes on my feet, same colors as some xans
Slide with the Glizzy, airin' shit like a fan
Slide with the Glizzy, airin'
Shit at your mans, yeah
It's Big Sleeze, it’s Big Sleeze sleezy
It's Big Sleeze ewok
Yeah, yeah, ayy
(Mula) run up, get gunned up (Blaow)
My gun up, you dumb fucks (Blaow)
Two sticks, like a nun-chuck (Blaow)
Two chicks on my one nut (Slide)
She suck us, she fuck us
Her boyfriend confront us (Fuck outta here)
I give him concussions (Blaow)
End of discussion (Rrah)
I don't play much (No, no)
I don’t say much (No, no)
Put the pole to your skull
Get your face crushed (Rrah)
AR-15, spray off sixteen (Boom)
Hole in one, come play golf with me
(Boom boom)
Break off Britney, take y'all Whitney
Bukkake on her body
Leave her face all drippy (Splash)
Seem misunderstood, I don't play though
(Fuck outta here)
I'ma crack the wood on a draco (Mula)
Crack the woods on the dracos
All my niggas gon' slide, bitch, if I say so
Talk down the gang, turn a
Glock in your face, hoe
Talk down the gang, airin' out
The whole place for 'em, yeah
SLITSHYT, countin' bands
Nikes on my feet, same colors as some xans
Slide with the Glizzy, airin’ shit like a fan
Slide with the Glizzy, airin’
Shit at your mans, yeah
My Glizzy make you wanna up Beretta (Okay)
You niggas lookin' down like you
Don’t know no better (Wassup)
At Christmas got it in the
Fuzzy knitted ugly sweater (Okay)
With the white tee, where the cheddar?
(Huh, huh?) Now I'm on the ketchup (Okay
Yeah) the hoes on top of hoes
So bitch hop over my dick (Huh, huh)
Clothes on top of clothes because
A nigga hood rich (yeah)
Leave him in the cold 'cause
He was talkin' that shit (Wassup?)
You don’t want the static
Light 'em like the matches (Wassup?)
Ayy, run up, it's a City Morgue cleanup
(Huh?)
Glock squeeze up, bitch, I pull like tweezers
(Damn)
Shawty, pleaser, dumb but she a teaser (Okay)
Bullets melt ya', like a brain teaser
(Okay, okay, okay)
Crack the woods on the dracos
All my niggas gon' slide, bitch, if I say so
Talk down the gang, turn a
Glock in your face, hoe
Talk down the gang, airin' out
The whole place for 'em, yeah
SLITSHYT, countin' bands
Nikes on my feet, same colors as some xans
Slide with the Glizzy, airin' shit like a fan
Slide with the Glizzy, airin'
Shit at your mans, yeah