Last Dragon Paroles

Shoot at the ground watch a freak start dancing
Talking to a fish like who's the master
Major factor, made more I went rich major slap you
Disrespect the mob I go in and mack you
Put you in a trunk full of ratchet actor
Hash your mama backstab my grill
My Dj drama we bare the fuck
Don't want no drama
Popping that lip till I up that llama nigga

(Verse 2)
You niggas know my pedigree
Gucci nap sack four bricks of gregory
Coca cola sure don't moving the heavy D
Touch your key like cd's better check check my melony
This theme music for them niggas catching felonies
Close it up and selling me kush burning the hell of weed
And send them G's in then we send them peace out
At the trap house bad bitch no blouse
Titties hanging out white mass on the mouth Every day a nigga pop another tag
Rubber bandz all day fucking blow another pack
Turkey racks all day fucking blow another pack

(Hook)
I told you boy
Y'all ain't gonna stop me while I'm out here getting my paper
I fold you boy
Even after that happen real talk pep I don't hate you
'Cause it ain't in my blood I'm a thug
But this money in my mind
So I'm the one for this shit so I can't disapear
This money on the grind
You gotta feel me, you gotta feel me

(Verse 3)
I can see through the smoke
Its cookies in the air though I never tone
Ampichino hella dough they can hear the coke in my flow
Every song I spoke
This world cold but it's the life I know
Your heart in pain for trying to wife a hoe
They took my homie's life in the ice cold
But the only way out is if you die though
In Ohio the 5 O my rivals
So I keep the SK for survival
The last dragon my past acting for big pass
Dragon tatted the mac and blast into big tasks ,bitch

(Verse 4)
Freeze go dumb dumb boy
Nigga searching for the master like some dumb ghoul
They the stuff you see in the fortune cookie
Before they come looking
You know they wanna book me now but fuck it though
Bad yellow bitch like Lara Thrones
Bad red camaro on 4 G's
Fresh out the garage, with the dragon in the hood
You ain't from around here so why the fuck you bragging on the hood
Kiss my Louie Vuitton's I levitate over feather weights
If I'm gonna squeeze I squeeze I never hesitate
I got the glow like Leeroy yellow gold D boy
Pretty yellow stones you a decoy
Seek and destroy I'm a street pharaoh
The new sound of the motherfucking ghetto
It's me nigga, Freeze!

(Hook)
I told you boy
Y'all ain't gonna stop me while I'm out here getting my paper
I fold you boy
Even after that happen real talk pepper I won't hate you
'Cause it ain't in my blood I'm a thug
But this money in my mind
So I'm the one for this shit so I can't disapear
This money on the grind
You gotta feel me, you gotta feel me