Dragons -

Fuck boy what is happening?

Get the fuck out my sight, i’m rolling wit my dragons

And we will end your life, I grab the AK and cock it

It wants to exercise, this shit is jumping

Ain’t no mothafuckin compromise you going to die

Fuck boy what is happening?

Get the fuck out my sight, i’m rolling wit my dragons

And we will end your life, I grab the AK and cock it

It wants to exercise, this shit is jumping

Ain’t no mothafuckin compromise you going to die

Straight out the psych ward with a mothafuckin machete

Do not come out doors, i’m an outlaw creepin with a m4

Put the mask on and i’m ready for an all out war

I don’t think these fuckin boys even have a clue

What I’m ready to do, I’ll bring pain to anything that moves

Ill raise hell if I have to, if it means bagging bodies

Then I’m back to the booth with a mad tune

Shots popping off sounding, like a mothafuckin nascar

When I’m coming through

Got the whole gang outside and we mobbin through

Like a fuckin zoo I’m a menace too

Sit the fuck the if you ain’t bout this shit

Throw the gang up if you rep my set

We don’t fuck around with them lame ass kids

Bitch stay in your lane or you’ll wig will get split

Fuck boy what is happening?

Get the fuck out my sight, i’m rolling wit my dragons

And we will end your life, I grab the AK and cock it

It wants to exercise, this shit is jumping

Ain’t no mothafuckin compromise you going to die

Fuck boy what is happening?

Get the fuck out my sight, i’m rolling wit my dragons

And we will end your life, I grab the AK and cock it

It wants to exercise, this shit is jumping

Ain’t no mothafuckin compromise you going to die

Bet you little bitches wanna brawl now

I'ma keep on goin till you fucken face down

Too much talkin keep yo mothafucken tone down

Better look up instead of just fucken runnin around

All these mothafuckas thinkin they can talk all that shit

But have nothin to prove but got a mouth that don't fit

After awhile man I'm sick of this shit

When the reaper comes to put a fucken end to this shit

And the world is mess

So now my mind is mess

I grew up from the fucken gutter so I'll never confess

And the panic that I feel always up in my chest

I take a couple of xans and I've settled wit less

Be a lesson learned, with the things we earn

More money, more problems it becomes a concern

I wait for the day that, I'm put in a urn

And I thrive in the pay, till it has taken it turn yeah