TEC - Gold Drac lyrics

(Atractivo) yeah, say, uh
Uh, come on, lil' bitch, look
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Ayy, ayy,  say

All gold Drac', blow off his whole face
Nigga know that we been puttin' shit
Down since like '08 cold case
I'm on go like a stolo with no brakes
Big four-four with no safety
Thuggin' 'til they take me
Ride around, straight heat, no AC
Just got 'em back, made 'em pay
That's a late fee
In all black on all eight, we on they street
F&N, HK, bring gangster shit in HD
Rockin' this Glock like this
The new designer fashion them them boys
They hit the pawn shop and
Had all kind of ratchets
Play with mine, bitch, you
Can cancel Christmas, i'ma promise that one
Chopper bullets hoppin' out and
Flyin' all kinda rapid luwhop not a rapper
Poetic activist to be exact
We can't take it backwards
Nigga knowin' that we did that
And I'm spittin' factions
Been knowin' where your kids at
Put the gun to your bitch lacefront
Push her wig back
No scared business, up this bitch
Tryna leave his head missing
Told your big homie I salute
Him 'cause he fed niggas
But in the same sense
He's a bitch 'cause he bred bitches
Claim to be yeah niggas
Kill that pussy and I go pay a visit
To the gravesite, your homeboy new addresses
Gangster and pussy
Them niggas be transvestes
Claim he want war
But he sendin' me fan message
But I'm tryna overkill him, Whop
Don't no half steppin', nah
In the river where we threw the last weapon
Brooda ass deaf, hit him with that MAC-11
I don't do no blackmailing
I don't do no back pedaling
He ain't clap never
All that nigga's straps celibate
And I got that 40, tryna fuck it up
Up in the party
All my niggas jumpin' like this
Shit was double dutch
I bet a nigga ain't gon' fuck with us
Bet a nigga, bet a nigga
Ain't gon' fuck with us, fuck with us
Two guns on me, bitch, I double clutch
Ain't goin' on no mission
Movin' slow, so nigga, fuck that double cup
We got one nigga out they clique
We tryna double up
I catch him cruising with his bitch
And I'ma bust him up like bitch, come here
You ain't even from here
All this fuckin' heat like we done
Brought the fucking sun here
How you turn pussy to a
Gangster just in one year?
Don't make 'em go for you
Then go shoot to California
I got beaucoup hammers on me while
I'm chilling by myself at home
'Bout gun smoke, got spiders off Dunn
Road, that's my second home, uh
So bitch, boot up
Shoot up everything that's in front of us
Every nigga run up on that gang
We gon' punish
Like huh? I thought a nigga said somethin'
All we know is head bustin'
Trigger finger lead button, fire, fire
We got the opps scared of us, yeah
They got a drop, but they
Ain't never yeah nothin', nah, nah
We got the opps scared of us, yeah
They got a drop
But they ain't never yeah nothin'
Bitch, boot up, shoot up everything, nigga
Like bitch, boot up, shoot up everything
Yeah bitch, boot up, shoot up everything
And we'll boot up, shoot up everything, yeah
Bitch

Ooh, they like, "That bitch Whop out his top
" you heard me?
Got the Glock with the cock on
That bitch, you know I been, yeah
Fuck wrong with you, boy? Nigga
Put your shit on this bitch
Lu shit, yeah, hah, retarded