Draco Freestyle (soulja Boy Diss) Lyrics - Luvaboy Tj

[Hook: Luvaboy TJ] 

Red racks for a hair tied 

I got killers on both sides 

My team is winnin' by last slide 

Every day we get them French fries 

[Verse 1: Young Lo] 

Blacked out Aventador, Young Lo with the bag 

Fuck you little niggas rentin' for? 

Fixed up your life, paper tags on your wife 

Fully in it for the night, but the price tag was light (woo) 

Fuck boy don't run 

Tryna book me for the tec, they ain't know I had a gun 

Yeah, I came through quarter pack 

Now I'm bustin' numbers, bust a play like quarter back 

RG3, I could disregard for runnin' back 

Straight niggas stay, used to never get the interstate 

Lee Ainslie with the bricks, bitch, I'm pushing' heavyweight 

[Hook: Luvaboy TJ] 

Red racks for a hair tied 

I got killers on both sides 

My team is winnin' by last slide 

Every day we get them French fries 

[Verse 2: Young Blacc] 

Look, whatever time it is, fuck it, here, I'm goin' in 

On my bullshit like the Knicks, but I'm back to winnin' 

Tell me sue or ten, John stark said he close to kin 

Subway... 

If your bitch sell her pussy, course I'ma spend it 

That's that D-Boy talk for them drug dealers 

Bitches left Detroit, fuckin' with them thug niggas 

They say out of town money was the best 

I'm focused on all this money 

Lil nigga fuck them rest, I got it, I got 'em 

[Hook: Luvaboy TJ] 

Red racks for a hair tied 

I got killers on both sides 

My team is winnin' by last slide 

Every day we get them French fries 

[Verse 3: Rrose Rrome] 

I should write a book, I love the life full of crime 

Bein' a millionaire I put my life on the line 

Who can your trust when it's coming so fast 

Take shots Margielas turn into toe tags 

Everywhere I go, white bitches say I'm gnarly 

Flawkoe we doin', Bentley truck or the Ferrari? 

.40 on the scene, you can tell your man I'm sorry 

It's OHB and bet we fuckin' up the party 

Yeah, money orders if my mans locked 

Something you should know 

Super Flexin', got your man shot 

VVS is made of headshots 

Hold up, I'm just a bully in a sandbox 

[Verse 4: HoodyBaby] 

Rings so big, all these bitches think I'm rackcellent 

I just hit a lick with the team, we the champions 

Hold up now, you gon' have to count the cash again 

Marilyn and Marilyn, red light, green light 

All I know is trafficin', all I know is packagin' 

All I know is damagin', all I know is come through, chop it up and handle it 

Check me out 

I be movin' bricks, I be movin' weight, I be pumpin' bags 

My next shine they are VVS' 

[Hook: Luvaboy TJ] 

Red racks for a hair tied 

I got killers on both sides 

My team is winnin' by last slide 

Every day we get them French fries 

[Verse 5: Chris Brown] 

'Cause I work my candy line, pressin' line 

Run up on a blood, where you from? 

East Side, Bounty Balifornia 

And you ain't never hit a lick and have to run up on 'em 

Virginia niggas know about sellin' on 95 

Show up at your door it's Halloween, like I'm Michael Myers 

Jamaican savages comin' at you, with all the knives 

Spittin' brazys and goin' crazy like Colombines 

I got the AK fuck your Draco and your .45 (Yeah) 

You know that he gon' snitch, know that he a bitch 

And you know a nigga ballin', know a nigga rich 

Really been in county, nigga, you know what it is 

You payin' money for protection, nigga, you a bitch 

Say it with your chest 

What you say? What you say? 

Pussy nigga we on the net, runnin' from the fade 

Know you gon' tell the 12 all about me 

Know you gon' send the paperwork and niggas, gon' speak 

Tryna sell you own ass, tellin' all you homies 

I'ma fuck you up in private, so these bitches don't see 

I ain't gotta be your favorite, you ain't gotta love me 

I ain't gotta pay no killers, ain't gotta be drug free 

Nigga say that I'm on that cocaine 

Sayin' I'm higher than a motherfucker, okay 

But when I fire your ass up like propane 

Blaka, blaka with the choppers, we killin' niggas with no names 

[Bridge: Luvaboy TJ] 

You niggas out of it, if you think I'm talkin' shit 

Knock, knock the SODMG out the alphabet 

[Hook: Luvaboy TJ] 

Red racks for a hair tied 

I got killers on both sides 

My team is winnin' by last slide 

Every day we get them French fries