GLOVES & DRACS (BLACK AF1s)

[Intro]
Caught 'em lackin', [?]
Okay, aight
Uhh, roll up on, aight, roll up on 'em, aight
Caught 'em late night
(D-Davy's)
Aight

[Verse]
Roll up on 'em late night, gloves and DRACs
We following 'em home from the BP
Get on side of his whip, we hang out, let 'em have it
I turned that lil' bitch to a two-speed
They don't know if I killed them or if I was the driver
But I did both, I switched seats
That's a one-man drill, but I smacked like three
But I had to hop out with two feet
Yeah, I hop out with two feet
By myself, put a opp in a loose leaf
Word in the town, niggas said that I can't come around
If it's smoke, tell the boy come shoot me
Pull up SRT, doggin' down the street
Bet hoes get wet like, "Who is he?"
Had to hop out parked outside
Couldn't sit in the class, keep an eye on the truancy
Fully stick get wild, we don't shoot at houses
The last time, it hit at the neighbors
Yeah we spin out the striker
But this not a regular 392, this a shaker
Fuck a PS5, won't get no revive
When that hot shit come through your blinds
I'm ridin' with 30, he trippin' off yerky
Might jump out and grab you, I put it on God
Big switch, four nick, don't trip
Get up close, grab his shirt, take a look at his hip
Know I came here to handle my business
Ain't doing no playing, just catch me a murder and dip
He all in the bed and kissing and laying with this dirty bitch
I put dick on her lips
She give him up, we done ran in the spot and took everything
Somebody give him a beer
He stressing, know we need it, told 'em how it's slimy season
We taking everything, from shoes to watches, know we need it
Nigga know that it OD on every drill, reload, stick overheated
Mini micro Draco, tapping cherry bomb
Shoot through that hole for peeking
I say, "line it up, come outside, get you a fair one"
Told him, "stand at one end of the street
May the last shooter be the best one"
Slidin' in the tank, I told my opp he dumb as fuck, went and bought a Tesla
Fully stick flip that electric piece of shit, wait til' I catch him (BK)
Broad day when we come through
But they scared to spin, white boy on the roof
I'm payin' this cracker to do his job
You step in this yard, you get shot in the tooth
Hell yeah, that cracker got aim
I told you, lil' twin, he don't play no games
Come on with your Draco, your switch or your Glock
I bet that this white boy here tap a brain
Got a big 10 milli just for a clown, he ran up and I let him down
Heard his partner drivin' up the street tryin' to save him
But 30 made him turn around
(And his partner drivin' up the street tryin' to save him
But 30 made him turn around
It's too late, tryin' to save him, it's too late, he-he gone)
Trying to tell you, lil' bro, it's too late
Camouflage in the cut with a big DRAC
Catch 'em lackin', I'm trollin' the opps, while I'm swinging the stick
But I'm yelling out, "Get faced"
Catch 'em lackin', we trollin' the opps
He try take off, put hole in his socks
Treat a opp like a new pair of shoes
Pull up with that ten, jump out, put 'em both in a box
I forgot to brush my teeth, but I grabbed that Glock, might die, I leave it
Last nigga ran up on BK can't move no more, quadriplegic
Dickhead, you don't even know what that means, just sit back and look it up real quick
Hahaha
(Aight, ready?) Aight
When I jump out the cut with this big ass Drac
I bet you, ain't nowhere to run to
Heard he out on a date, loafin' with this bitch
Jump out, hit this stick at her frontal
He was laughing when bro died
But ain't crack a smile when I came out the sunroof
Catch him lackin', tryna' pop the trunk
I'ma pop him and ask 'em, "Your gun ain't on you?"

[Outro]
Hey, man, say, man, not my fault, man
Nigga got caught down bad, fye not in his pants
Nigga leave his gun in the trunk, you get slumped, man
Hey, man, nigga got smoked like some reefer, wouldn't wanna be ya'
Aight