City Morgue - Crack the Draco Lyrics

Shh, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Baow, baow, baow)
It's Big Sleeze, yeah, it's Big Sleeze
Sleezy
It's Big Sleeze
Ewok
Yeah, yeah, ayy

Run up, get gunned up (blaow)
My gun up, you dumb fucks (blaow)
Two sticks, like a nun-chuck (blaow)
Two chicks on my one nut (slide)
She suck us, she fuck us
Her boyfriend confront us (fuck outta here)
I give him concussions (blaow)
End of discussion (rrah)
I don't play much (no, no)
I don't say much (no, no)
Put the pole to your skull, get your face crushed (rrah)
AR-15, spray off sixteen (boom)
Hole in one, come play golf with me (boom boom)
Break off Britney, take y'all Whitney
Bukkake on her body, leave her face all drippy (splash)
See, it's understood, I don't play though (fuck outta here)
I'ma crack the wood on a Draco (mula)

Crack the woods on the Dracos
All my niggas gon' slide, bitch, if I say so
Talk down the gang, turn a glock in your face, ho
Talk down the gang, airin' out the whole place for 'em, yeah
Sick shit, countin' bands
Nikes on my feet, same colors as some Xans
Slide with the glizzy, airin' shit like a fan
Slide with the glizzy, airin' shit at your mans, yeah

My glizzy make you wanna up Beretta (okay)
You niggas lookin' down like you don't know no better (wassup)
At Christmas got it in the fuzzy knitted ugly sweater (okay)
With the white tee, where the cheddar? (huh, huh?)
Now I'm on the ketchup (okay, yeah)
The hoes on top of hoes, so bitch, hop over my dick (huh, huh)
Clothes on top of clothes because a nigga hood rich (yeah)
Leave him in the cold 'cause he was talkin' that shit (wassup?)
You don't want the static, light 'em like the matches (wassup?)
Ayy, run up, it's a City Morgue cleanup (huh?)
Glock squeeze up, bitch, I pull like tweezers (damn)
Shawty, pleaser, dumb but she a teaser (okay)
Bullets melt ya', like a brain teaser (okay, okay, okay)

Crack the woods on the Dracos
All my niggas gon' slide, bitch, if I say so
Talk down the gang, turn a glock in your face, ho
Talk down the gang, airin' out the whole place for 'em, yeah
Sick shit, countin' bands
Nikes on my feet, same colors as some Xans
Slide with the glizzy, airin' shit like a fan
Slide with the glizzy, airin' shit at your mans, yeah