Aye, stick and poke
Movin' wit the tooly bitch you got nowhere to go
Creeping through the fields and I hit you with the pole
Making it a mission to putting tags right on your toes
(Ugh, Ugh) And I put you in your place
Niggas ducking off bitch we sliding do the race
You doing all that chit chat I'm all up in your face
Snuff you in the nose and I know you like the taste
Yeah, I came with a mop-stick
Put that bitch in drive and we slide with the chopsticks
Put him in the grave bitch who wanna catch a drop kick
Imma bring the pain and proceed to crash the mosh pit
D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat
D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat
D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat
D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat
D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat
D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat
D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat
D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat
Yeah this turbo kicking 6 speed
Get his ass in traffic yeah we caught that boy limping
200 on the dash ain't no way they gone miss me
Make it home fast bitch I like the way I shift speed
Ugh, hold him at gun point
Choking he ain't making no noise, and you running there is no point
Let it rain from the Rolls Royce
D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat
D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat
D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat
D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat
D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat
D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat
D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat
D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat