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Ay bitch, it's Draco and his shit You can never find a spot that you could call
Me counterfeit Them niggas beefin' on the net and I ain't
F*ckin' with it Make it look like D-Day when I hit him
Got the Louis on my feet, this ain't denim He wanna smoke a swish, but his mama won't

Let him He a bitch made nigga, not a villain
Got a chain on my chest, this ain't printed What you finna say, nigga, you just killed
Him He ain't even got $40, that's kled
Why these niggas actin' like that shit is just ill

Cause it's not, nigga, be for real You got your mama payin' all your f*ckin
Bills I'm always packin', never lackin
I really spit your brains out on the f*ckin' pavment
Give a f*ck about some street cred, I'm shootin' out this whip

Enough munchin' with my niggas, then we spazzin', bitch, we lit
We put crutches on the block, so now we ridin' around with sticks
Leave you cryin' for your mama, cause you nothin' but a bitch
He be eatin' cheese, cause that nigga nothin' but a snitch

Write allegations on my name, where the f*ck do that exist
And I'm with my brother Draco, if it's up, you makin' mess
You can call me Juke, but bitch, I got that aim
Give a f*ck about the vest, lil' bitch, set a drop

Shit, I think you know the rest, and we ain't playin' no games
What the f*ck you think this chest
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English

Ay bitch, it's Draco and his shit You can never find a spot that you could call
Me counterfeit Them niggas beefin' on the net and I ain't
F*ckin' with it Make it look like D-Day when I hit him
Got the Louis on my feet, this ain't denim He wanna smoke a swish, but his mama won't

Let him He a bitch made nigga, not a villain
Got a chain on my chest, this ain't printed What you finna say, nigga, you just killed
Him He ain't even got $40, that's kled
Why these niggas actin' like that shit is just ill

Cause it's not, nigga, be for real You got your mama payin' all your f*ckin
Bills I'm always packin', never lackin
I really spit your brains out on the f*ckin' pavment
Give a f*ck about some street cred, I'm shootin' out this whip

Enough munchin' with my niggas, then we spazzin', bitch, we lit
We put crutches on the block, so now we ridin' around with sticks
Leave you cryin' for your mama, cause you nothin' but a bitch
He be eatin' cheese, cause that nigga nothin' but a snitch

Write allegations on my name, where the f*ck do that exist
And I'm with my brother Draco, if it's up, you makin' mess
You can call me Juke, but bitch, I got that aim
Give a f*ck about the vest, lil' bitch, set a drop

Shit, I think you know the rest, and we ain't playin' no games
What the f*ck you think this chest
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Writer: Angel Garcia, Sonny Bonaparte
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