Meta – DracBaby Lyrics
Stop all rappin’ and gettin’ them cars, let me know when you get back active
Your killers ain’t talkin’ ‘bout nothin’, point a finger, they gon’ hear the snappin’ (DJ Kidd, this a hit, for sure)
Stop all that rappin’ and gettin’ them cars, let me know when you get back active
Your shooters ain’t talkin’ ‘bout nothin’, point a finger, nigga, gon’ ‘head snappin’
You thought we was playin’ ‘til we catch your man, you was just on the internet laughin’
Gave him a seven, headshot his ass, my news releasin’ the graphic
Ain’t no nigga playin’ with me, on my mama, the opps ain’t doin’ no spinnin’
My shooters on block, they comin’ like Pluto, I’m talkin’ ‘bout gettin’ all up in it
If I ain’t got a Drac’, I’m totin’ a choppеr, magazine 56s
I got four hundred shots, I ain’t spinnin’ with Tre, right now I’m hеaded to the Dixie
When them bullets jump out and everybody runnin’, your smackers ain’t tradin’ they fire
Body for body, I ain’t doin’ that with none of these niggas, I’m just finna stuff these guys
Dump a nigga and they hit all the internet shit, I ain’t goin’ back and forth, don’t matter
We give niggas helicopter, stick ‘em for life, my members gettin’ shit together
When I’m in the front, I’m holdin’ the fully, the backseat slangin’ Dracs
It ain’t nobody but me and my threats, so I’m really everything K
I’ma put belt on all these niggas, I’m talkin’ ‘bout smack ‘em in they face
I want everything come out the middle, I’m gettin’ monkeys out the way
They need to get back in the mud and hunt, your killers been washed up, nigga
I don’t come out the house no more ‘less a body involved, I’m poppin’ out to get you
I’m the only crook left, I don’t know ‘bout the other one, these niggas artificial
These niggas gon’ make me mad, that’s a bad habit, fuckin’ with my temper
If I can’t catch him, I gotta tap his man, I really want everybody with him
He got hit in his arm, I was really close, that chopper almost kissed him
It’s been six days, it’s goin’ on seven, I still been lookin’ for Crip
Do a nigga like Carver, take a nigga gun and heat check him with his pistol
Stop all that rappin’ and gettin’ them cars, let me know when you get back active
Your shooters ain’t talkin’ ‘bout nothin’, point a finger, nigga, gon’ ‘head snappin’
You thought we was playin’ ‘til we catch your man, you was just on the internet laughin’
Gave him a seven, headshot his ass, my news releasin’ the graphic
Ain’t no nigga playin’ with me, on my mama, the opps ain’t doin’ no spinnin’
My shooters on block, they comin’ like Pluto, I’m talkin’ ‘bout gettin’ all up in it
If I ain’t got a Drac’, I’m totin’ a chopper, magazine 56s
I got four hundred shots, I ain’t spinnin’ with Tre, right now I’m headed to the Dixie
Meta, de DracBaby, apresenta uma narrativa crua e confrontadora sobre conflito, poder e retaliação nas ruas. O clima é tenso e ameaçador, com postura agressiva e pouca complacência diante de inimigos. A instrumentação e o flow reforçam a sensação de urgência e perigo constante. No geral, a faixa transmite bravura dura e uma visão implacável da vida de confronto.
