Micro Draco (feat. Lil Threat39 & FpScoot)

Bail out the whip they hiding like finding Nemo, these niggas ain't sliding fr BTA when I hop on the beat it's scary scene like copperfield Yall want racks ain't starved enough I'm hungry as f*ck tryna get me a meal YN around black ski on his head tryna get him hat had to tell bro chill Blood got the chop in the bag attachments on it, the blick bout the size of a midget Always ride round with Scoot, ain't gotta question I know he'll leave something stinkin Pump fake on bitch, might give her a text but baby I can't even link it Seen niggas go and snake they bros, to get one up had lock back in on defense Gotta be talkin bout churches when they reach in they pocket these niggas ain't got no chicken Bet not flash your wrist like Shedeur got young niggas round they'll come and take your pendant Don't up to slow you finished, don't wanna be in the grave wishing you would've listened Step through through the door broke the hinges I'm tryna wake niggas up time to get they attention Soon as I walk into function, niggas start lookin, I instantly reach for my waist I'm tryna swing my door, bro told me no, should've seen my fuckin' face NIggas done made me mad, now I'm finna pop outside with the micro-drac We hop right on ass, when it's time to slide, niggas knowin' it ain't up for debate We ain't gon' speak on, got caught outside, now his ass ain't here today Low-key mad as f*ck, got the drop on the opps, but me and bro spinned too late I don't give a f*ck where he at, if I catch me opp, then his ass gon' die today Niggas don't spin for real, I be the one tryna leave shit DOA The beef just sparked, so I'm finna smack me a top if a nigga tryna get in my way Me and blood locked in with cuz, so we say f*ck it and shot to the A Nigga, you ain't shot your gun, you could ask about me I been blowin' my stick for days I ain't even make it out the bed, bro called my phone like check that fuckin' page This big-ass Drac inside my pants, it ain't too much to say I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna bump, leave a nigga right on his face We might spin for days, sit on the end of the block tryna map out the day Micro-drac, sit on the back of the seat, if I up it, I'm tappin' his face Too many opps, inside the function, blood gon' sit out the way Can't bring my stick, I ain't comin' in, that shit ain't up' for debate Send a ho, know the pussy gon' reel him in, know he gon' bite on the bait Lil Threat just did a bid, ain't learn his lesson, came home tryna catch him a face Bail out the whip they hiding like finding Nemo these niggas ain't sliding fr BTA when I hop on the beat it's scary scene like copperfield Yall want racks ain't starved enough I'm hungry as f*ck tryna get me a meal YN around black ski on his head tryna get him hat had to tell bro chill