Kenny Mason Dracula
[Intro]
(COUPE)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
[Verse 1]
Back in the 3
Believe it or not, we see yo' lil' shots, we know you like Shaq at the three
My nigga with mops'll clean up your block like spectacular D
Get the sack and then leave
Stacking up racks to my teeth
Ride with a tactical strap in my jeans
I'm a Dracula with platinum teeth
I'm from the danger zone
Most of these niggas can't claim a zone (Ayy)
I put some bangers on
I always saw 'em as angels though (Three)
Niggas'll play a role and feel a way when you don't play along
I know that leaving a lame a loan is dangerous, gotta leave lames alone
Nigga, what's goin'? I just got a show in, a shoe-in for blowin', I'm blowing a bag
I've been recordin' shit later than Conan, they know where I'm goin', they know that it's fast
Follow my heart, I'm regarded to all as the hardest new artist, I started the path
I let a model ho squat at the pad
Fuck with the squad and you won't get a pass (Bah)
[Chorus]
Might send a blitz to tackle somebody
I got expensive zap on my body
I don't do shit but handle money
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money
Might send a blitz to tackle somebody
I got expensive zap on my body
I don't do shit but handle money
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money
[Verse 2]
I don't want shit but the cream of the crop
Picture lil' me in a seat at the top
But leave it uncropped
Show 'em the mud, the seed of the crops precedin' the guap
Made a receipt off deceiving the cops
Barrel breathin' from the heat of the Glock
Heat up the night with needles and rocks
Minecraft, niggas beating the block
Mind lag, put the bean with the Wock'
I ain't have to put a key in the car (Ayy)
Seein' a loss and seein' the cost to bein' the boss is a bee and a wasp
Now it's just your bitch and me in the loft
No Doug E. Fresh but I'm (Puh-choo-choo-choo, puh-choo-choo-choo)
No Doug E. Fresh but I'm beating the box
Push up two fingers and finger the walls
I'm just Bruce Lee with some locs (I told that pussy, "Be like water")
I crouch in that tiger, I hit with my dragon
I'm counting up nothin' but blue faces like Drakken
I'm feeding a eater, she's sniffing and gagging
I clean the two-seater right after the action
I know what to do and I do what I know, and I know what to do if these niggas want action, I—
[Chorus]
Might send a blitz to tackle somebody
I got expensive zap on my body
I don't do shit but handle money
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money
Might send a blitz to tackle somebody
I got expensive zap on my body
I don't do shit but handle money
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money
