Runnin With Gravediggers

It's this Drac'

Grr

Come here (damn, Milioo, this shit fuego)

Micro Drac' (Micro Drac'), won't come out my hand (stay in my hand)

EJ a bitch, when Darro died, I can't believe ran on his mans (ran on his mans)

This Buttonland, took him for a ghost and traded it for a Gen (grr)

Then hit some strikers, right back to the block, then hop back in that Benz (skrrt, skrrt)

I'm runnin' with gravediggers (them gravediggers)

I ain't fuckin' with lame niggas (no lame niggas)

Nah, he wasn't in that car puttin' in work, how the fuck is he gang, nigga? (How the fuck is he gang?)

I'm little as hell with Drac', nigga (I'm Drac')

Fuck it, if it's Kias, he'll face, nigga (yeah, face)

And you would think I was a Nazi or KKK the way that I hate niggas (the way that I hate niggas)

Up two, shh, can't say too much

Drive through, hop out, come through cuts (come here, come here)

Mama don't even care the life that I live, she knew I was bad as fuck

Fuck a straight, bounce out the 'Burban truck

Play crazy, that car, we fapped it up (grr)

And hos be on my dick, I'm young and turnt and

Bitch, I'm rich as fuck (I'm rich as fuck, go)

Bitch, we really in the trenches

If he fall, we overkill him

Kill 'em all, don't leave no witness (brrt, brrt)

Just took an AP, this shit hittin'

I clap shit up, don't do no dissin'

Know I got aim, don't do no missin'

If you ain't gang, your ass a victim (brrt, you know that)

Ain't no monkey in the middle (uh-uh)

If you ain't with us, you against us

Wrist a light show, shit look like Christmas (you know that)

Still play with snow when it ain't December (you know that)

Wanna be a troll, now he can't get up (uh-uh)

Your ass'll die for tryna act tough

We got free smoke, just take a puff

He on the floor sayin' he can't get up

These niggas old, just hang it up

We known for clappin', lettin' bangers bust (brrt)

His ass a lame, can't hang with us (uh-uh, can't hang with us)

Micro Drac' (Micro Drac'), won't come out my hand (stay in my hand)

EJ a bitch, when Darro died, I can't believe ran on his mans (ran on his mans)

This Buttonland, took him for a ghost and traded it for a Gen (grr)

Then hit some strikers, right back to the block, then hop back in that Benz (skrrt, skrrt)

I'm runnin' with gravediggers (them gravediggers)

I ain't fuckin' with lame niggas (no lame niggas)

Nah, he wasn't in that car puttin' in work, how the fuck is he gang, nigga?

(How the fuck is he gang?)

I'm little as hell with Drac', nigga (I'm Drac')

Fuck it, if it's Kias, he'll face, nigga (yeah, face)

And you would think I was a Nazi or KKK the way that I hate niggas

You would think that I was on the track team

Way I bounce out the V and chase niggas (chase 'em)

We ain't shootin' out cars, we ain't shootin' from corners

We gon' walk right up and face niggas (face 'em)

If you get in that jam, you gon' talk to them people

They ask, I ain't got shit to say, nigga (shh)

I just caught one hat, Jeff caught one hat

He called and we swapped the Dracs, nigga (swap 'em)

We just beat up the block when it's hot outside

Get bored, we spinnin' the city (spin, spin, spin)

How many opps done died 'cause they dissed no limit?

Can't count 'cause way it's too many (dumbass)

Lil' Scoom got a switch and I got a Drac'

We gon' bail out in traffic and throw 'til they empty

They think 'cause I rap that I stopped slidin'

I'm still drenchin' shit, you lil' niggas silly (dumbass)

They think that I rap that I'm not slidin'

I'm still drenchin' shit, boy, you better ask (go ask)

Diss me in a song, I'm not gon' respond, catch you in the streets

I'm killin' your ass (drench, drench, drench)

They said it was cameras, I don't give a fuck

I still jumped out 'cause I had on a mask

And I drench shit, the opps, they know

Got too many toes and they all got tags, opp

Micro Drac' (Micro Drac'), won't come out my hand (stay in my hand)

EJ a bitch, when Darro died, I can't believe ran on his mans (ran on his mans)

This Buttonland, took him for a ghost and traded it for a Gen (grr)

Then hit some strikers, right back to the block, then hop back in that Benz (skrrt, skrrt)

I'm runnin' with gravediggers (them gravediggers)

I ain't fuckin' with lame niggas (no lame niggas)

Nah, he wasn't in that car puttin' in work, how the fuck is he gang, nigga? (How the fuck is he gang?)

I'm little as hell with Drac', nigga (I'm Drac')

Fuck it, if it's Kias, he'll face, nigga (yeah, face)

And you would think I was a Nazi or KKK the way that I hate niggas (the way that I hate niggas)