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300 Raccs

Drakeo the Ruler

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Grab the suit and tie, had to do it to 'em I ain't givin out my time to a goofy nigga Drop a hunnid K on a loser nigga (Laudiano) The first nigga send a mug I'ma crucify 'em When you with the team, know it's do or die Hope you keep the same energy when it's you and I Water on my neck, I went scuba divin' This nina fuckin' everybody, put the coochie on 'em Kamikaze thoughts but the doors are suicidal If Rami did yo' pieces why you always gotta ask sizein'? Don't got the same check, when I flex I remind niggas Back up off my jewelry it'll blind niggas, I'm different If we hoopin' she get stupid, is you high nigga? Pull up at a nigga school and Columbine niggas Shooters in the cut with shy glizzy The mac's supersized a nigga up and fried 'em I'm buddies with Tom, I need my space Find me boostin' up the crime rate if crime pays The last nigga lost his head talkin' 'bout, "I'm gay" Shots fired, hittin' hard as Bombay The streets I got the key to, nigga, santé My flu flammer niggas know my feng shui Double D's on the chop shit get naughty Put the beam on a nigga ask Scottie Here put this bag in your stomach, nigga, potty .223 shells ain't carryin' no shotty Got Shanaynay in the whip, she's a hottie Bitch, I'm Drakeo, I am not no role model, I'm hot headed Can a dog get a bone? Pipi Long made him drop dead I ain't even finna play with a stock clip Catch me beatin' on his head with these chop rounds He tried to eat a two piece, and got knocked down Heard my presence in the room, make the spot hot I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I got my chop Foreigns on the corner, bitch this is my block Confirmed kills, we ain't sending out no pop shots Couple mops in the car I'm with the shottas If you go against the team, you done dada Talk beef, we gon' turn it into lobster Ruth Chris', I just caught another body I'm partying with Lil Meech, we at Papi's That's the mob, bitch, I feel like John Gotti All I need is Ben Frank' and let her sign me Bruce Lee kicks, this chopper know karate Work him out, nigga shoulda knew pilates You's a bitch and them niggas you with kaka Two chains on I'm finna start a riot Get the uchies, now my insta goin' private Never speak on what you really do in private Any nigga can get touched with the Midas From California, in my city I'm a icon Los scandalous, I grew up with the pythons I get dough, I be kickin' it with Tyquan He portrayin' he a killer 'cause his mic on Bygones be bygones, I'm not that guy I can't be that high, gold bottles, baptize 'em Niggas get wrapped for me, FN's and macs on me Do I really gotta say three hundred racks by me? Niggas get wrapped for me, FN's and macs on me Do I really gotta say three hundred on me? Ugh, shit we know the truth --- 300 Raccs - Drakeo The Ruler

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Darrell Caldwell

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So Cold I Do Em 2

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Stinc Team

Release Date

December 7, 2021

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