New DRAC, Thank GOD
You can have 100 blicks
You still ain't on the safe side
Run up in yo house
You should've called Jake From State Farm
That 300 blackout go nuts
Just like Acorns
I can get that (Shh) for the low
My plug don't stay far
Brodie catch a (BOOM) And skirt off fast
Like it's a race car
Yea I was going to fast
A nigga crashed and f*cked my face up
Nigga get up off yo ass and get a bag
You better make some
Aye, all black fit, black mask
Feel like Akon
Hop up out that whip
& drop bombs jus like napalm
We can bring it to your front door
Like we cater
I been makin plays from
Fort Apache to Decatur
Ain't been gettin help
But I been doin all these favors
Ain't been sippin lean
But I been poppin perky's lately
Say you tryna gimme sloppy top
Your such a lady
I don't want the bimmer
Rather cop me the Mercedes
I rather count these rubber bandz
Cuz these niggas Shady
New DRAC, Thank GOD
You can have 100 blicks
You still ain't on the safe side
Run up in yo house
You should've called Jake From State Farm
That 300 blackout go nuts
Just like Acorns
I can get that (Shh) for the low
My plug don't stay far
Brodie catch a (BOOM) And skirt off fast
Like it's a race car
Yea I was going to fast
A nigga crashed and f*cked my face up
Nigga get up off yo ass and get a bag
You better make some
Mhm mhm mhmmmm
Uhm Mhmmm mhm mhm
Uhm mhm uhm mhmm mhm mhm mhm
Mhm
Mhm mhm mhmmmm mhmm
Kartier Da Plug - New Drac Lyrics
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New DRAC, Thank GOD
You can have 100 blicks
You still ain't on the safe side
Run up in yo house
You should've called Jake From State Farm
That 300 blackout go nuts
Just like Acorns
I can get that (Shh) for the low
My plug don't stay far
Brodie catch a (BOOM) And skirt off fast
Like it's a race car
Yea I was going to fast
A nigga crashed and f*cked my face up
Nigga get up off yo ass and get a bag
You better make some
Aye, all black fit, black mask
Feel like Akon
Hop up out that whip
& drop bombs jus like napalm
We can bring it to your front door
Like we cater
I been makin plays from
Fort Apache to Decatur
Ain't been gettin help
But I been doin all these favors
Ain't been sippin lean
But I been poppin perky's lately
Say you tryna gimme sloppy top
Your such a lady
I don't want the bimmer
Rather cop me the Mercedes
I rather count these rubber bandz
Cuz these niggas Shady
New DRAC, Thank GOD
You can have 100 blicks
You still ain't on the safe side
Run up in yo house
You should've called Jake From State Farm
That 300 blackout go nuts
Just like Acorns
I can get that (Shh) for the low
My plug don't stay far
Brodie catch a (BOOM) And skirt off fast
Like it's a race car
Yea I was going to fast
A nigga crashed and f*cked my face up
Nigga get up off yo ass and get a bag
You better make some
Mhm mhm mhmmmm
Uhm Mhmmm mhm mhm
Uhm mhm uhm mhmm mhm mhm mhm
Mhm
Mhm mhm mhmmmm mhmm
You can have 100 blicks
You still ain't on the safe side
Run up in yo house
You should've called Jake From State Farm
That 300 blackout go nuts
Just like Acorns
I can get that (Shh) for the low
My plug don't stay far
Brodie catch a (BOOM) And skirt off fast
Like it's a race car
Yea I was going to fast
A nigga crashed and f*cked my face up
Nigga get up off yo ass and get a bag
You better make some
Aye, all black fit, black mask
Feel like Akon
Hop up out that whip
& drop bombs jus like napalm
We can bring it to your front door
Like we cater
I been makin plays from
Fort Apache to Decatur
Ain't been gettin help
But I been doin all these favors
Ain't been sippin lean
But I been poppin perky's lately
Say you tryna gimme sloppy top
Your such a lady
I don't want the bimmer
Rather cop me the Mercedes
I rather count these rubber bandz
Cuz these niggas Shady
New DRAC, Thank GOD
You can have 100 blicks
You still ain't on the safe side
Run up in yo house
You should've called Jake From State Farm
That 300 blackout go nuts
Just like Acorns
I can get that (Shh) for the low
My plug don't stay far
Brodie catch a (BOOM) And skirt off fast
Like it's a race car
Yea I was going to fast
A nigga crashed and f*cked my face up
Nigga get up off yo ass and get a bag
You better make some
Mhm mhm mhmmmm
Uhm Mhmmm mhm mhm
Uhm mhm uhm mhmm mhm mhm mhm
Mhm
Mhm mhm mhmmmm mhmm
Writer: Khalil Shomo
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