Drizzy Draco 2

By Maxo Kream

On Personification

Released on November 15, 2024

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[Pre-Chorus]

Send my niggas on a drill before they kill

Three words you never hear, "Let 'em live"

And we forever piped up, we never put them pipes down

Send kites to prison, told my niggas

"Don't wait, go kill 'em right now"

We shoot first, don't never shoot back, murder one, don't do attempts

My opps still braggin' 'bout a body that they caught in self-defense

Trigga Maxo fuckin' C, these rappers play dead 'fore they play with me

Tote the MAC likе mane, Lil Wayne

Brought the Drac' on stagе like YMCMB


[Chorus]

I see the same lame niggas postin' pictures with them thangs

Be them same lame niggas gettin' robbed for they chains

All my opps can go to hell, they can't live on Earth no more

I'm the Crip John Wick, turn an opp to John Doe

Walk down and drill, make sure we overkill

Ten face-shots, he won't make it

It's so tragic that the pastor said, "No casket, just cremate 'em"

All my opps can go to hell, they can't live on Earth no more

I'm the Crip John Wick, turn an opp to John Doe


[Verse 1]

Rap niggas play dead 'fore they play with me

Trigga Maxo C, I'm too official

I heard you let them niggas rob you, they didn't even use a pistol

Spin blocks like merry go, oh, there he go

Ooh, Terrio, we kill 'em

I thought he died 'til he went live on Insta', I stalk him from my finsta'

Drizzy Draco spin like dreidels

Turn yo' block to a bar mitzvah

We trap handlebars and crystal

Al-Qaeda choppa, play with missiles

Switch on the button, all of the sudden

Shoot like a Uzi, but it look like a pistol

Trackhawk stuffed with tracer slugs

Like 42 Dugg when I shoot, they whistle


[Pre-Chorus]

Send my niggas on a drill before they kill

Three words you never hear, "Let 'em live"

And we forever piped up, we never put them pipes down

Send kites to prison, told my niggas

"Don't wait, go kill 'em right now"

We shoot first, don't never shoot back, murder one, don't do attempts

My opps still braggin' 'bout a body that they caught in self-defense

Trigga Maxo fuckin' C, these rappers play dead 'fore they play with me

Tote the MAC like mane, Lil Wayne

Brought the Drac' on stage like YMCMB


[Chorus]

I see the same lame niggas postin' pictures with them thangs

Be them same lame niggas gettin' robbed for they chains

All my opps can go to hell, they can't live on Earth no more

I'm the Crip John Wick, turn an opp to John Doe


[Verse 2]

Hey, run up on Maxo, get chest ties

Leave you dead for the lead with your chest out

Thousand pounds, bust it down, then serve it to the crew

Droppin' elbows off like a finishing move

Double cup, poured up, on mud like a quicksand

Snub in the club, shoot it up, do the hip dance

I be servin rocks, rocks, rocks

Totin' on Glocks, chops, mop

Lean on me an awful lot

PRE, Dolph R.I.P., can't serve a ki' without my Glock

Told all my opps that I'm forever piped up, could never put this pipe down

Send kites to prison, told my niggas

Don't wait, go kill 'em right now