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DracBaby
DracBaby
Künstler:in
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Reginald Felix
Reginald Felix
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Daniel Chea Jr
Daniel Chea Jr
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FrostyBeatz
FrostyBeatz
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Lyrics

I'm about to be on some real murder shit, ayy
I'm tellin' you, man
And any **** that ever looked at me wrong, owes me money—
(It's Frosty)
Tired of playin' with you lil' boys, it's time to get shit out my way (I'm gettin' shit touched)
Board the jet, don't forget mask, I got my ski on the PJ (I got my mask)
Drop a bag like startin' a race, they on your ass 'bout that lil' bread (They on your ass)
Everything I send be fully, Trackhawk speed, go tuck your head
Taco day hit on a Tuesday, I caught him on a Monday
Get up close when we get active, we make **** see shit comin' (Make **** see)
He got shot but he ain't die, that's called a shit bag on his stomach (That's called a bag)
You can tell me 'bout your work, go show me somethin', go tap his brain (Go show me somethin')
Gotta sco' to see me passin' out, go drop somethin' on they clique (Go drop somethin' on they team)
Pullin' moves on all the slimes, don't get back-doored for your shit (Shock shelled)
Ain't no more yellin', "Freeborn," it's time to get back to the bricks (Get back to the bricks)
Dissin' me don't make you platinum, you get hit with the gold switch
Go with my move like every time (Like every time)
I don't sit and let shit flushed (I'm with the homies)
Know my shooters on frontline, make it hard to guard me up (Guard me up)
I got shot like that last time, so I put defense on the cut (I put defense on the cut)
Probably peep shit 'fore I see it, don't get shot tryna creep up
Promoters try to stop my show, they said I brought too many switches (Too many boxes)
Every show I got my hood, I fill the club up with the trenches (I fill the show up, ha)
I just fucked two **** bitches, check on your ho (Check on your ho, it's Frosty)
Smokin' on my last opp, he gettin' faced out of Leedrow (That 'Wood)
Jailbreakin' all my calls, I'm really pushin' the cheat code (Get shit gone)
I don't wanna hear shit 'bout that body, if it ain't twenty-three, it's old
308s sound military, I shoot shit, break down the door (Break down that door)
Slap fully auto on my gun, when it get shot, you hear that pin (You hear that pin)
Backdoor who? I ain't goin' for that, don't get shot tryna creep in (Don't get shot)
You won't catch them on this side, we knockin' shit back on their end (Shit back on their end)
Don't get caught at the hospital, check you out 'fore you check in
Yeah, yeah, check you out 'fore you check in
Don't get caught at the hospital, check you out 'fore you check in
Written by: Daniel Chea Jr, Reginald Felix
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