[Lyric] Know Me (Dreekdadon)

[Intro]
You the type of nigga let yo boy die
DreekDaDon ho

[Verse 1]
I just made a rack off of trappin'
That nigga say that he with it he cappin'
You better not let me catch you lackin'
Mexican ho and she callin' me papi
Pull up on me nigga while I got the fuckin' Draco
Bullets get to jumpin' like a nigga playin' pogo
And I got to pullin' on the trigger like a yo-yo
And I got the aim and the scope like I'm Jane Doe

[Chorus]
You the type of nigga let yo boy die
You the type of nigga shoot at the sky
You the type of nigga ain't gonna ride
Can't speak on the truth 'cause you tellin' them lies
You the type of nigga fold on the code
You the type of nigga snitch on your bros
You the type of nigga that get exposed
You fuckin' these bitches and fall for these ho's
[Verse 2]
I'm smokin' on gas in a Sprinter
That nigga cap mane he just a pretender
And these niggas ain't no contenders
Called me a foreign and this ain't a rental
I'm quick to get a nigga hit
Same one that kill you the same one you with
I just made a K off a lick
Servin' them coco's and movin' them trix

[Bridge]
These niggas hatin' don't act like you know me
Twenty-four shots in the clip like I'm Kobe
You niggas playin' you think I won't blow it
Know that I'm strapped and you know that it's loaded
I get some money you know imma spend it
So much blue hundreds you'd think that it's printed
Full of the drugs and I'm off the Henny
These niggas killin' they die for an image

[Verse 3]
Got ten racks in my pocket with a [?]
Say he a gangsta and a shooter well me too
I got gorillas and they straight from out the zoo
Run up on me and they gon' put you on the news
Facts, Yeah, Facts, Yeah
I'm countin' money gettin' racks, Yeah
Sippin' on lean that's that Act, Yeah
Play with me you get pushed back, Yeah
These niggas they hatin' I see how they envy
I come from a city where they show no pity
They killin' they dawgs just for an image
I'm full of them racks I got hundred's and twenty's
Four-hundred-thousand it came out a Sprinter
Pop me two Perc's I just fucked up the fender
These niggas cap man they just a pretender
I ride for my dawg free cuz out the kennel
[Chorus]
You the type of nigga let yo boy die
You the type of nigga shoot at the sky
You the type of nigga ain't gonna ride
Can't speak on the truth 'cause you tellin' them lies
You the type of nigga fold on the code
You the type of nigga snitch on your bros
You the type of nigga that get exposed
You fuckin' these bitches and fall for these ho's
You the type of nigga let yo boy die
You the type of nigga shoot at the sky
You the type of nigga ain't gonna ride
Can't speak on the truth 'cause you tellin' them lies
You the type of nigga fold on the code
You the type of nigga snitch on your bros
You the type of nigga that get exposed
You fuckin' these bitches and fall for these ho's