Lyrics Brand New Draco - Metro Boomin , 21 Savage
Yeah
(Metro)
We
ain′t
giving
out
smoke,
we
giving
out
embalming
fluid
Spin
that
sh-
every
day,
every
night
Back
to
back
to
back
to
back
to
back
Y'all
n-
can′t
even
trap,
nothing
Post
up,
nothing,
kick
with
the
h-,
barbeque,
nothing
We
spinning
back
to
back
Two
weeks,
three
weeks
straight,
on
God
Big
4L
Rockin'
ice
like
I'm
tryna
make
a
knot
go
down
(21,
21)
When
the
police
hit
the
lights
I
do
not
slow
down
(on
God,
on
God,
on
God,
straight
up)
Brand
new
Draco
ready
to
crash
like
when
the
stocks
go
down
(pyoom)
I′m
rich
for
real,
I
could
press
a
button
And
make
the
opps
go
down
(nah,
facts)
Maybach
with
the
shade
(straight
up)
Brand
new
CTS
all
red
like
the
Braves
(on
God)
Y′all
just
started
slidin',
we
was
slidin′
back
in
the
day
(21)
21
Gang,
woodgrain
on
the
K
(21)
Big
Slaughter,
n-,
big
dagger
in
my
face
(straight
up)
Ski
mask,
f-
a
camera,
gun
him
down
on
tape
(on
God)
Breaking
news,
FOX
5,
p-,
we
don't
play
(straight
up)
I
call
my
Hellcat
OVO
′cause
it
keep
a
Drac'
(facts)
Red
dot,
headshot,
p-
DOA
(21)
Count
me
a
ten
in
one
minute
Count
a
whole
hundred
in
ten
minutes
(on
God)
N-
need
to
call
they
hood
Beyblades
′Cause
all
we
do
is
spin
in
it
(on
God)
I
own
me
a
couple
establishments
I
ain't
worried
'bout
your
business
(21)
Y′all
running
′round
here
gossipin'
I′m
tryna
make
me
more
millions
Ridin'
with
a
stick
in
the
hotbox
I
ain′t
never
put
my
phone
in
it
We
call
your
main
b-
p-
hood
'Cause
all
we
do
is
joan
in
it
Money
the
only
paperwork
I
put
my
bros
in
Somebody
please
unthaw
my
ears
′cause
they
frozen
Rockin'
ice
like
I'm
tryna
make
a
knot
go
down
(21,
21)
When
the
police
hit
the
lights
I
do
not
slow
down
(on
God,
on
God,
on
God,
straight
up)
Brand
new
Draco
ready
to
crash
like
when
the
stocks
go
down
(pyoom)
I′m
rich
for
real,
I
could
press
a
button
And
make
the
opps
go
down
(nah,
facts)
Charge
him
with
theft
by
taking
′cause
his
drip
stolen
Trap
spot
in
the
neighborhood
is
60
Rolling
Had
to
do
CPR,
I
got
your
b-
choking
Selling-
So
many
choppers
in
the
spot,
we
leave
the
door
open
(21)
Put
the
water
in
the
pot,
then
you
stick
the
fork
in
Put
some
holes
in
your
shirt,
now
it's
red,
soakin′
(21)
I
ain't
runnin′
from
no
smoke,
period,
semi-colon
(21)
You
wanna
hold
somethin',
I
got
plenty
shells
(21)
I
don′t
even
want
no
smoke,
n-
gon'
tattletale
(on
God)
I
don't
even
play
with
people′s
kids
Go
play
Battlefield
(straight
up)
I′m
from
the
East,
home
of
the
murders
You
n-'ll
die
out
here
(21)
They
like
to
box,
we
like
to
pop,
both
of
us
bodybuild
(on
god)
You
can
get
hit
with
one
of
them
guns
from
my
adlib
(straight
up)
You
gon′
f-
around
and
get
chopped,
lil'
karate
kid
I
ain′t
seen
him
in
a
minute
but
ask
if
God
did
Saint
Laurent
sweater
Rock
Balenciaga
when
I
rock
the
Barett-er
(21)
Shoutout
Robert
Kraft,
fell
in
love
with
the
cheddar
(on
God)
Beat
a
rapper
a-,
Def
Jam
Vendetta
When
it
come
to
shh,
we
got
plenty
Eating
Ruth's
Chris,
I
done
burnt
out
on
the
Beni
(21)
And
I
eat,
sleep,
sh-,
f-
with
the
semi
(on
God)
Screaming
f-
friends,
family
first,
rocking
Fendi
(21)
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