Drako ft. $en Lyrics

I'm a ride for my guys and I can't fold

We be makin' plays up in places that you can't go

Me and you are not the same, you a lame-o

Fuck that little Glock, 50 shots out this Draco

Ayy, call this Glock Red Bull, I'm tryna make 'em fly

She died like a opp bitch for hangin' with them guys

Bitch, we tryna give him wings

Choppa on Kevin Gates the way I let it sing

Lil' bro shooter, but he not clay

Alley-oop with the semi, we gon' up K's

Ayy, 30 inna 15, Glock R. Kelly

We gon' slide through your block, and leave your block messy

Ayy, KO'd off the juice, bitch, I'm Sprite Tyson

Are you finna get the money or you gon' die tryin'

Bitch, I feel like 50 cent

I got 21 questions but I got 60 tecs

I'm a ride for my guys and I can't fold

We be makin' plays up in places that you can't go

Me and you are not the same, you a lame-o

Fuck that little Glock, 50 shots out this Draco

Now on his block, you hear gun sounds

Shells hot, got 'em runnin' from these drum rounds

And my demons comin' out when it's sundown

One call and his ass gettin' gunned down

Got his bullet holes smokin' cause the stick hot

They know my shit hot, I'm finna pop like some flip flops

He let his nuts hang, he get neutered on the scene

Put a 30 in the Glock, it's the best shooter in the league

Ayy, shorty bad, but I'm fuckin' and leavin

Now I'm up, they can't fuckin' believe it

Treeshes, baby said she love me, do you mean it?

Slidin' through with dogs, don't make me take them off they leashes

And we try to tell- but he ain't listen

Mama want me out these streets, I wanna make chicken

And I promise if we slide, then we ain't missin

Ridin' with that big boy, I call him Blake Griffin

Two poles on each side cause he think he tough

That's two arms swingin' round, I'm tryna double dutch

We double clutch, let it rip, watch him buckle up

Lately the streets been cold, better snuggle up

Head spinnin' off them jiggas like I breakdance

All the state, we catchin' bodies, you in great hands

I'm at his show with this pole, I'm a fake fan

On the block, it get funky like a wasteland

I'm a ride for my guys and I can't fold

We be makin' plays up in places that you can't go

Me and you are not the same, you a lame-o

Fuck that little Glock, 50 shots out this Draco

Now on his block, you hear gun sounds

Shells hot, got 'em runnin' from these drum rounds

And my demons comin' out when it's sundown

One call and his ass gettin' gunned down