Tony Shhnow, 10kDunkin - Producer Gotta Draco lyrics

This shit we be doin' ain't right
Producer walked in with a Draco (Plugg)

Yeah, the shit we be doin' ain't right
My producer walked in with a Draco
Tryna stack them racks tall, then lay low
I might pull up to your party with that fire
I'm about my money
You can see it in my eyes
Designer frames on
You can't even see my eyes
We havin' them racks on us, I ain't lyin'
I ain't window shoppin' no more
If I see it, i'ma buy

I'm always lookin' at the money
You can see it in my eyes
At the trap gettin' cake
But not here to blow pies
My bitch got an onion booty
Make your ass cry
Call the K R kelly, it can make your ass fly
Pull that chick, she get wеt
Should've let that man dry
Make a moviе, camera flash
Then young Tony pan out
My partner make beats
But I brought them bands out
Both feet on the street
I don't need a hand out

We ain't ever need no hand
Got one hand on the Glock
Got one hand on the band
I got a Glock in my pocket
You can tell by my stance
He thought it was a lick
We had to change up his plans
He be walkin' to the money, when I see it
I ran and the coupe got tint
You can't even see in
We be ballin' on these niggas, go by ESPN

Play and give 'em one shot
Like I need 'em again
I'm sippin' on dirty mud but I'm
Still neat with the bands
I'm countin' at the pre-show with
A Glock in my pants
I done tied up bitches with
The knots in my hands
MCM shirt and Margiela the woo
Fucked up Flame, made it right in the The Voo
TEC on my hip, I can't play games with you
He know we got a check
Sayin' that we gon' do it (Plugg)

Yeah, the shit we be doin' ain't right
My producer walked in with a Draco
Tryna stack them racks tall, then lay low
I might pull up to your party with that fire
I'm about my money
You can see it in my eyes
Designer frames on
You can't even see my eyes
We havin' them racks on us, I ain't lyin'
I ain't window shoppin' no more
If I see it, i'ma buy

I'm always lookin' at the money
You can see it in my eyes
At the trap gettin' cake
But not here to blow pies
My bitch got an onion booty
Make your ass cry
Call the K R kelly, it can make your ass fly
Pull that chick, she get wet
Should've let that man dry
Make a movie, camera flash
Then young Tony pan out
My partner make beats
But I brought them bands out
Both feet on the street
I don't need a hand out

(Plugg)