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bring me the drac - raqbaby & screwly g lyrics

[intro]
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[verse 1: raqbaby]
brodie come bring me the drac
first n*gga catched, get hit in his face
i don’t know why n*ggas keep f*cking playing with us, we already took like eight
see me in traffic, spray
no questions asked, i got my k
i ain’t gotta worry bout a n*gga paying for sh*t, n*gga i got my cake
show no mercy to these n*ggas, see em then blow em down
taking pictures on my block, we come out firing, where the f*ck you going now
steady posting old ass racks from back then, broke n*gga just show it now
p*ssy ass n*gga stop hiding in yo gma spot, ‘fore we f*cking blow it down
b*tch im with jumpouts we running sh*t down
[they?] had it back then, b*tch we running sh*t now
sending them disses, we won’t make a sound
just gon put another n*gga undеr the ground
why would i wait? b*tch he gotta die now
deep in this sh*t, why would i try to cop out?
timе to slide, we bringing h*lla shots out
[when?] i catch a new b, gotta bring the block out

[verse 2: screwly g]
where the opps? tell them n*ggas pop out
i ain’t shooting out sh*t, me and bro hopped out
this the one i want, told bro watch out
two opps got hit, only one [clocked?] out
im the first one shooting, when we first bounced out
taking 12 on a chase, gotta take a new route
this a brand new bl!ck, i ain’t throwing this out
shot a whole lotta opps, its too many to count
ran up racks, i don’t know the amount
keep spinning and spinning, till the n*gga get found
kick in the door, shoot his ass on the couch
shot in his sh*t, blood came out his mouth
if the b*tch ain’t f*ckin, we kicking her out
even though i got pape, i ain’t taking her out
get the lo’ on the opps, then we stalking it out
buying guns and [bodies?], we catching them [out?]
(uh) n*ggas be rats, mouse
died for dissing, got kilt for some clout
ain’t shoot up the crib, died when he came out
he ain’t know we was there, waiting in front of his house
catch a opp broad day, and we shooting it out
box him in both ways, ain’t making it out
heard the opps on live, here we come right now
we don’t want just one, shooting at the whole crowd

- raqbaby screwly g lyrics

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