Dracula Lyrics

Damn, damn, damn

Told her, "I get bread, thats sumn I do just on the regular"

Niggas love to talk, I don't got time, not on my schedule uh

Su-Woo sippin', dirty red, drink blood just like I'm Dracula

Whippin' in the kitchen, servin' dope, this not no spatula

I just fucked yobitch, she said yodick can't make her happy, huh

With my goons, we shootin' shit, we movin', oh so tacky, huh

She gon' say she love me, look at that bitch, started laughin', huh

Getthat bread, I'll stack it, goin' ghost just like it's magic, huh

He want smoke, could have it, take him off the map, it's tragic, huh

Keep that stick, it's mandatory, bitch, I carry cannons, huh

Say he rich, but that's a story, buy my mom's a Patek, huh

Turn that boy to Nemo, tell him "Ain't nobody findin' you"

Put that fire on you, I told my mama, "Gon' retire you"

Run it up to touch a mil' , lil bitch, that's what I'm tryin' to do

She ask me do I fuck with them pills, I mean I kinda do

NBA, I'm thuggin' with my goons up in Nevada

Stay with top shottas, I just fucked yibitch, yo baby mama

She was wilin' off the Hennessy, I just bought that bitch a bottle

And it's sad how niggas envy me, it's fucked them, that's my motto

Huh, huh

Bitch, I creep up, you can't see me like John Cena

Put a bag right on your head, the choppa singin' like Aaliyah

I don't really fuck with feds, I got twin Uzi's with my Nina

I'm a chiefer, damn, that bitch hand me that reefer

He ain't even know, he run up on me, got that heat tucked

Wake up in the mornin', count that bread, then I'm gon' geek up

Stopmin' on his head, damn, I just fucked up my new sneakers

Run a nigga down in brand new Adidas

She all on my dick, she ride it fast just like a cheetah

Swervin' in that foreign, hit the dash, the feds can't keep up

Bitch, I hit the trap, ran out of drugs, I'm finna re up

She try givin' attitude, tell her, "Watch your demeanor"

I keep goin', I can't stop it, bitch, I got that pocket rocket

Put it on your fuckin' mans, just to prove that I fuckin' got it

This on hands, they all up in my pants, this ain't even my shawty

Got a white shooter, he shootin' shit, I call that nigga Bobby

Took his bitch, he poppin' shit, I robbed that nigga, pop him

I like blood, I'm shootin' niggas up, them bodies droppin

He was poppin' all that hot shit, took his shit, I robbed him

Come get your fuckin' chain, nigga