Draymond
(专辑: Hitler Wears Hermes 8: Sincerely Adolf - 2021)
[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
tear, now my signature a
souvenir (Haha) Bitches wanna hang, bringing me neck like I
got nooses near (Uh) My shit 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 shit a
gamble, you live your life in casinos (What) Death is at the
door, I
shoot the
reaper through the
peep hole (Brrah, brrah, brrah) I
see no equal, I
play the
game on hard, don't need no cheat code (Nah) It's easier to scam then flip a
kilo (Yeah) Dirt all over the
C-notes, keep the
clean stack separate (Uh-uh) For the
record, I'm reckless, shit, natural scrap is effortless (Yeah) Made the
murder shit like a
38 specialist, what's special is I
heard your new shit, I'm less than impressed with it (Shit trash) All the
fools under my shoe, I'm setting the
precedent They overdose, it's fentanyl in the
pills when they pressing it [Westside Gunn:] Ayo, I
had to split the
cocaine 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 shit wouldn't add up, my mathematics is rare Bob Backlund and Flair, MAC clapping, beware (Brr, brr, brr) Trash bag with the
potatoes in the
front, no air (Doot doot doot doot doot doot) We praising both, after every body, we raise a
toast To the
one they hate the
most, word to Allah, got the
Wraith and Ghost My shooter had to sniff an eighth of coke to cope Shit hurt when you gotta put your family in the
scope (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot) [Stove God Cooks:] I
had to pray over the
work (We had to pray over the
bricks) We was drowning in that water whip, niggas had to surf (Yeah) To a
kilo from the
dirt (God) Running 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 being broke shit was a
curse, I
done killed your favorite rapper Got a
body in the
trunk, we banging Esco in the
hearse (We banging 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 Used to owe the
plug, I
just pay him off It's what you do after the
brick, bitch, I'm Draymond