Текст песни Glokk40Spaz - Mystikal Draco’s (Psychotic)

[Intro]
(Wake up F1lthy)
Woah, woah, yeah, BL
(You want smoke? I'm on it) Yeah, BL, huh

[Verse]
Yeah, and we got mystical Draco's on all of us
And we got these dirty gloves on me, I'ma start cuttin' up
And this .50 round on me gon' shut him up
And he told on the gang, he can't stay with us
I'm on the Xan, the Perc', it got me stuck
And I got that Draco on me, they got me stuck
And this Glock .40 ain't by my side?, this bitch stuck
Won't shoot at that goose, so that fuck nigga duck
She know I'ma gangster, she know I get rough, hm
When I stop trappin', I stop pleasin' everybody
And I get on your ass, that's my main hobby
Straight jacket on me, bitch, I'm psychotic
I be fuckin' niggas hoes and I can't stop it
Know I be duckin' police in the damn Dodger
Yeah, I'm gon' makе a play just like I'm Aaron Rodgers
I take your ass off, boy, that's for еverybody
Can't wait for Sumo get out and go catch a body
And this fifteen-hundred, I spent that on shoppin'
Label offer me a hundred, I'll prolly drop it
And this stick like a dog, I'm finna go walk it
And these niggas police with they walkie talkie
These niggas broke, they be some nobodies
I had a .30 clip hanging out these joggers
I put a .30 clip on a nigga bloggin'
Capo low said I gotta get you, I said that copy
Chop' got a Drac' and the hands tell 'em pop it
This BabyLife Spaz, they done fucked up his noggin
I go on a run, I hit the BatMan, I know twelve can't find me
And the stick too big, you know I can't hide it
When I was fifteen, I ran through everyone pockets
I'm a vampire but I post up with a goblin
I posted up, F&N, right don't got me
Left his body dead, and it stink like garbage
Give her X pill, just 'cause the bitch wan' party
I'm offended, lil' nigga, tryin' me like i'm soft
Fuck his feelings, dawg, nigga, he try me, not parking
And it's thirty-five shots on me, totin' that carbon
And yo' bitch don't want you no more, just like old Barbie
Take that boy whip and kick start it, huh
Take that boy bitch, I'm not sorry
Pull out my dick on this bitch and get started
I told Lil' Tony spark, just like I'm Jarvis
Cropped 'em out the picture just like I'm an artist
We got .50s one us, time to get on him
Kilo been said that let's get rid of him
And we'll come to yo' house, nigga fuck that diss
Know I'm king snake, backdoor shit
Nigga got hit in his back with that 4 nick'
Bitch was too bad I couldn't take off that Trojan
Double 007, the Drac' on me heaven-sent
I ain't even popped this Perc', this shit fit
Pop your bitch ass, better back up your stamp
And this GL4, fuck nigga, give a fuck what you rep
3rd World, Mafioso, took my last breathe
And I pop 'em like Picaso, do it myself

[Verse 2]
Huh, dreamin' of demons, I hang with a heathen
And I caught some charges, I pistol with niggas until they stop breathin'
And all that bullshit, feedback, I don't need it
And that bullshit armed robbery, I beat it
Michael Jackson with the .50, boy, I'm gon' beat it
That my brother, gotta shoot, I'm never gon' leave him
And I chopped the log, roll the wood like a beaver
And I left the block too hot, broke the meter
Get the fuck back, pussy boy, your ass tweakin'
Leave 'em duck taped if you play with my demons
I wan' take 'em off, I'on even think I got reasons
And I walk on the beat like it's water, I'm not Jesus
And the Glock leave him sit like lil' boy got a fever, huh
This shit get wicked, nigga, honestly
Uh, yeah, I'm lookin' for him, he keep dodgin' me
Vamps on his ass, we gon' burn that boy, 3rd degree
Take that boy off, he was green, just like evergreen
I'm poppin' my blick at fuck boy, what you mean?
G-30 in my hand, and you know it shoot mean
Can't see when he shoot, squint his eyes like Chinese
Ain't goin' for nun', dunk a opp like Yao Ming
And this BabyLife, man, ya'll don't wanna sign with us
Locked up, bunkin' on 'em, we could back it up
Talkin' 'bout a slut, bitch, i could never trust
Do his ass bad, left him bleedin’, boy I be on other stuff
She want the Zaza, not the other stuff
If we gotta go different ways, police ain’t catchin’ us
She want the Zaza, not the other stuff
If we gotta go different ways, police ain’t catchin’ us
She want the Zaza, not the other stuff
If we gotta go different ways, police ain’t catchin’ us
She want the Zaza, not the other stuff
If we gotta go different ways, police ain’t catchin’ us