笨小笨Draymond (Explicit)歌词由Westside Gunn&Stove God Cooks&Rome Streetz演唱，出自专辑《Hitler Wears Hermes 8: Sincerely Adolf (Explicit)》，下面是《Draymond (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Draymond (Explicit)歌词完整版
Draymond (Explicit) - Westside Gunn/Stove God Cooks/Rome Streetz
Uh huh ayo ayo
Ayo check ayo
With the right I shake a millionaire's hand
With the left I serve a junkie
Walked the line a lavish life
Of crime remember them times
I had a bunkie on the tier now
My signature a souvenir haha
B***hes wanna hang bringin' me
Neck like I got nooses near uh
My s**t is hypnotic when I spit it
They got stupid stares yeah yeah
Bought they lies quickly
And minimize when the truth appear
They say this s**t a gamblе
You live your life in casinos what
Death is at thе door I shoot the reaper
Through the peep hole blap blap blap
I see no equal I play the game on hard
Don't need no cheat code nah
It's easier to scam than flip a kilo yeah
Dirt all over the C-notes keep the clean stack separate uh uh
For the record I'm wreckin' s**t
Natural scrap that's effortless yeah
Made to murder s**t like a 38 special is the specialist
I heard your new s**t I'm less
Than impressed with it s**t trash
All the fools under my shoe
I'm settin' the precedent
They overdose it's fentanyl in
The pills when they pressin' it ayo
I had to spear the c*****e pot like Roman Reigns ah
Don't get your chain popped you know the name
You light as a raindrop I'm on Biscayne
Rolls-Royce no top before the fame skrrt
Two hundred with factory diamonds
Three hundred for the plain ah
You can never compare
Your s**t wouldn't add up my mathematics is rare
Bob backlund and Flair MAC clappin' beware brrt brrt brrt
Trash bag with the potatoes in the front no air
Doot doot doot doot doot doot
We praisin' both after every body we raise a toast
To the one they hate the most
Went to the lot got the wraith and ghost
My shooter had to sniff an eighth of coke to cope
S**t hurt when you gotta put your family in the scope
I had to pray over the work
We had to pray over the bricks
We was drownin' in that water whip n***as had to surf yeah
To a kilo from the dirt God
Runnin' from the rico I still had perico on my shirt
Eleven hundred for an ounce twenty thousand for a verse
Chopper made his shoulder jerk
Smell of money in the air on the fifteenth and the first
That bein' broke s**t was a curse
I done killed your favorite rapper
Got a body in the trunk we bangin'
Esco in the hearse
She got the TEC inside the purse
The big Telfar I used to sell hard
The bally belt on the yayo God
You still owe the plug I just pay him off
It's what you do after the brick b***h I'm Draymond
