ฟังเพลงDraymond (Explicit)

Draymond - Westside Gunn/Stove God Cooks/Rome Streetz

Uh huh ayo ayo

Ayo check ayo

With the right I shake a millionaire's hand

With the left I serve a junkie

Walked the line a lavish life

Of crime remember them times

I had a bunkie on the tier now

My signature a souvenir haha

B***hes wanna hang bringin' me

Neck like I got nooses near uh

My s**t is hypnotic when I spit it

They got stupid stares yeah yeah

Bought they lies quickly

And minimize when the truth appear

They say this s**t a gamblе

You live your life in casinos what

Death is at thе door I shoot the reaper

Through the peep hole blap blap blap

I see no equal I play the game on hard

Don't need no cheat code nah

It's easier to scam than flip a kilo yeah

Dirt all over the C-notes keep the clean stack separate uh uh

For the record I'm wreckin' s**t

Natural scrap that's effortless yeah

Made to murder s**t like a 38 special is the specialist

I heard your new s**t I'm less

Than impressed with it s**t trash

All the fools under my shoe

I'm settin' the precedent

They overdose it's fentanyl in

The pills when they pressin' it ayo

I had to spear the c*****e pot like Roman Reigns ah

Don't get your chain popped you know the name

You light as a raindrop I'm on Biscayne

Rolls-Royce no top before the fame skrrt

Two hundred with factory diamonds

Three hundred for the plain ah

You can never compare

Your s**t wouldn't add up my mathematics is rare

Bob backlund and Flair MAC clappin' beware brrt brrt brrt

Trash bag with the potatoes in the front no air

Doot doot doot doot doot doot

We praisin' both after every body we raise a toast

To the one they hate the most

Went to the lot got the wraith and ghost

My shooter had to sniff an eighth of coke to cope

S**t hurt when you gotta put your family in the scope

I had to pray over the work

We had to pray over the bricks

We was drownin' in that water whip n***as had to surf yeah

To a kilo from the dirt God

Runnin' from the rico I still had perico on my shirt

Eleven hundred for an ounce twenty thousand for a verse

Chopper made his shoulder jerk

Smell of money in the air on the fifteenth and the first

That bein' broke s**t was a curse

I done killed your favorite rapper

Got a body in the trunk we bangin'

Esco in the hearse

She got the TEC inside the purse

The big Telfar I used to sell hard

The bally belt on the yayo God

You still owe the plug I just pay him off

It's what you do after the brick b***h I'm Draymond