[Insert Lobby Music here]
Using a sample from the video game “Call of Duty: Black ops” was a great choice and combine that with lyrics with subject matter that parallels the game really brings a unique sound and listening experience
[Intro: Lil hash]
This nigga wildin' bro
Ha ha
Aye
(Hello and thanks for choosers Kuna)
[Verse 1: Lil hash]
Shooters all up on me
All I see is guilty envy
Chillin’, crusin'‚ Pourin' Henny
On the block like Fuck a Jenny
All em’ niggas gonna roll up
To the door and from the floor up
Bang bang just like confetti
Not the few just like the many (Aye)
[Verse 1: Kuna]
We taking chances like Yahtzee (Yahtzee)
Imma pull up with Olympia's we shootin' at some nazis (Pow)
Aye‚ can you not see? (Not see)
That imma run up wit' my cock and you say Grazie (?)
I with the crew‚ with the mafias, (mafias)
I gave shorty dick she say gracias (gracias)
I'm a leader, and everyone's a copier (copier)
I'm a spitter‚ i am not a swallower (no homo)
[Verse 1: Lil Juice]
Put the choppa' to his dome
Take a shot that boy gone
Pull up wit’ the choppa’ yeah that bitch Chrome
Pull up on yo' mama home alone Bitch I got bank no loan
Ridin’ in the mob, diamonds set in stone
[Hook: 1]
Line up, Draco Draco goin' bloah
You can't find us‚ we ain't never sayin’ how
Rollie on me, on yo' knees bitch go and bow
Right behind me, all these bodies hit the ground
Line up, Draco Draco goin' bloah
You can't find us, we ain't never sayin' how
Rollie on me, on yo' knees bitch go and bow
Right behind me, all these bodies hit the ground
[Verse 2: Lil hash]
Half stacks, cash back, throw it on yo' mans back
You smokin' on yo' last pack together like a wolf pack
Slippy with the SnapBack, hit you wit' a clap back
Put 30' in the backpack, empty up this brass cap
Slidin' wit' the smooth, hit a Lick yeah that's the move
Hittin' Crawlers, hittin' walkers, Fuck yo' bitch yeah just to prove
That we ridin' 30 deep, Rest In Peace my nigga Peep
Shootin' niggas, shootin' stars, hit yo' nigga up for some bars, Aye
[Verse 2: Kuna]
(Aye, aye, aye, yuh)
We got gas like it's Auschwitz
Imma pull up twin Glocks round' my waist call em' chopsticks
Imma blast off like a Rocket, you finna' pull to the concert
You get beat up in the mosh pit
[Verse 2: Lil juice]
Comin' in hard it's ya' boy lil Juice
Takin' shots at yo' mom mask on, we got the juice
In the pussy that shit loose, gold on me rubber goose
Bros or hoes I don't choose, always winnin' Never lose
[Hook/Outro]
Line up, Draco Draco goin' bloah
You can't find us, we ain't never sayin' how
Rollie on me, on yo' knees bitch go and bow
Right behind me, all these bodies hit the ground
Line up, Draco Draco goin' bloah
You can't find us, we ain't never sayin' how
Rollie on me, on yo' knees bitch go and bow
Right behind me, all these bodies hit the ground