Dragnutz – g63 Lyrics

g63 – Dragnutz Lyrics

Ayy, cool, cool, hahaha, cool

What? (What?), bitch (Bitch)

What? Drag (What? What?), Drag

Uh

I got all fifties in my left hand, I'm rey spend that shit (I got all fifties, what? What?)

In any store I like that shit, Lil Drag gon' spend that shit (Nigga, spend that shit, what?)

It's a New Year, how the fuck you broke? You better catch a grip (What?)

I'm gon' fuck that bitch, no strings attached, Lil Drag gon' leave out quick (I'ma flip that bitch)

A bunch of niggas hatin' on me, that shit make me sick (Lil Drag, nigga, what? What?)

We stuck in New York thuggin' hard, just me and fifty shit (Uh, bitch)

What I say? We thuggin', in New York we just bought some drip (Uh, what?)

That little bitch you cuffin', she ain't nothin', I just bought that bitch (What, uh, bitch)

I peep you hate, don't mind that shit, they don't got no money (I don't mind that shit)

I just threw back four Percs yesterday, that shit ached my tummy (Threw back three)

Only want some clout, I peep that shit, bitch, I'm not no dummy (What? What? Uh, what?)

You don't got no bread, boy, you broke, keep that shit one hundred (Boy, you broke, bitch)

Uh, What? What? (Lil Drag, nigga)

I'm poppin' out in all Supreme, ain't on me cheap (Ain't on me cheap)

I'm poppin' out in all designer, ain't shit on me cheap (Ain't on me cheap)

I'm poppin' out, kick shit with Backend, 1c (What? 1c)

We just touched down New York with the vibes, we outside all week (What? What? Bitch)

Bitch, I'm fuckin' up all the stores, I just fucked up three (Bitch, bitch, fuck)

Nigga, free JoBoof out that pen, Mr. Sweep that street (Sweep that street)

Dumb as shit, you walk out, think shit sweet, you gon' meet 23 (Baow)

I'm poppin' out, new runner, it's a different week

I got a rare Goyard bag just to hold my G

I'm ridin' in that fast shit, baby, G63

Nigga, I've been gettin' money in and out my fuckin' sleep

Ridin' with my killers and we tryna find somethin' to eat

And we gon' hunt that nigga down, we gon' have a feast

Burn the whole block down and I'm burnin' everythin'

I know these niggas hatin' 'cause these niggas sayin' anythin'

Baby, I'm a fuckin' beast, these niggas can't do nothin' with me

on my fuckin' feet, got on my fuckin' knees

Bitch, I'm ridin' G63, G63 (Hold on)

Bitch, I'm ridin' G63, tell me what you need (Hold on, hold on, hold on)

I'm ridin' around in new boots, they my favorite currents

My ex-bitch did me dirt, I'ma live and learn

Backed drive the Rolls-Royce, tuh, he can make a turn (Hold on)

We get and no protect, he gon' try to burn me (Hold on)

I ain't used to no auto, bitch, I'm steady learnin'

200K right out the hood, you told him stack my earnings

Did her ass bad, don't give a fuck, that shit un-concernin' (Bitch, hold on, TMS)

I'm makin' money in my sleep, lil' bitch, I'm rich for real (Ayy, TMS, hold on)

Ayy, Backend came with G63, G63 (Hold on, hold on, G63)

And my brodie walks in with G26 (What? Hold on, G26)

I don't wanna rap no more, I need a fuckin' cig

Brodie put a dick to your face and then you hear a click (You hear a fuckin' click)