21 Savage, Metro Boomin – Brand New Draco Lyrics | Audio

Lyrics Brand New Draco – 21 Savage, Metro Boomin

We ain’t giving out smoke
We giving out embalming fluid
Spin that s**t every day, every night
Back to back, to back, to back, to back
Y’all n**gas can’t even trap, nothing
Post up, nothing, kick with the h*es
Barbeque, nothing
We spinning back to back
Two weeks, three weeks straight, n**ga
On God, n**ga, Big 4L, p**sy

Rockin’ ice like I’m tryna make a knot go down
When the police hit the lights, I do not slow down
Brand new Draco ready to crash
Like when the stocks go down
I’m rich for real, I could press a button
And make the opps go down

Maybach with the shade
Brand new CTS all red like the Braves
Y’all just started slidin’
We was slidin’ back in the day
21 Gang, woodgrain on the K
Big Slaughter, n**ga
Big dagger in my face

Ski mask, f**k a camera
Gun him down on tape
Breaking news, FOX 5
P**sy, we don’t play
I call my Hellcat OVO
‘Cause it keep a Drac’
Red dot, headshot
P**sy DOA

Count me a ten in one minute
Count a whole hundred in ten minutes
N**gas need to call they hood Beyblades
’cause all we do is spin in it
I own me a couple establishments
I ain’t worried ’bout your business
Y’all running ’round here gossipin’
I’m tryna make me some more millions

Ridin’ with a stick in the hotbox
I ain’t never put my phone in it
We call your main b**ch p**sy hood
‘Cause all we do is joan in it
Money the only paperwork I put my bros in
Somebody please unthaw my ears
‘Cause they frozen

Rockin’ ice like I’m tryna make a knot go down
When the police hit the lights, I do not slow down
Brand new Draco ready to crash
Like when the stocks go down
I’m rich for real, I could press a button
And make the opps go down

Charge him with theft by taking ’cause his drip stolen
Trap spot in the neighborhood is 60 Rolling
Had to do CPR, I got your b**ch choking
Selling Percocets, weed, bar, and c0caine
So many choppers in the spot, we leave the door open
Put the water in the pot, then you stick the fork in
Put some holes in your shirt, now it’s red, soakin’
I ain’t runnin’ from no smoke, period, semi-colon

You wanna hold somethin’
I got plenty shells
I don’t even want no smoke
N**gas gon’ tattletale
I don’t even play with people’s kids
Go play Battlefield
I’m from the East, home of the murders
You n**gas’ll die out here

They like to box, we like to pop, both of us bodybuild
You сan get hit with one of them guns from my adlib
You gon’ f**k around and get chopped, lil’ Karate Kid
I ain’t seen him in a minute, but ask if God did

Saint Laurent sweater
Rock Balenciaga when I rock the Barett-er
Shout out Robert Kraft, fell in love with the cheddar
Beat a rapper ass, Def Jam Vendett-er
When it come to shh, we got plenty
Eating Ruth Chris, I done burnt out on the Beni’
And I eat, sleep, s**t, f**k with the semi
Screamin’ f**k friends, family first, rocking Fendi …

➤ Written by Metro Boomin & 21 Savage
Album: Savage Mode II
Produced by Metro Boomin
21 Savage | Metro Boomin | 2020

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