Draco Freestyle (Soulja Boy Diss)

[Hook: Luvaboy TJ]
Red racks for a hair tied
I got killers on both sides
My team is winnin' by last slide
Every day we get them French fries

[Verse 1: Young Lo]
Blacked out Aventador, Young Lo with the bag
Fuck you little niggas rentin' for?
Fixed up your life, paper tags on your wife
Fully in it for the night, but the price tag was light (woo)
Fuck boy don't run
Tryna book me for the tec, they ain't know I had a gun
Yeah, I came through quarter pack
Now I'm bustin' numbers, bust a play like quarter back
RG3, I could disregard for runnin' back
Straight niggas stay, used to never get the interstate
Lee Ainslie with the bricks, bitch, I'm pushing' heavyweight

[Hook: Luvaboy TJ]
Red racks for a hair tied
I got killers on both sides
My team is winnin' by last slide
Every day we get them French fries

[Verse 2: Young Blacc]
Look, whatever time it is, fuck it, here, I'm goin' in
On my bullshit like the Knicks, but I'm back to winnin'
Tell me sue or ten, John stark said he close to kin
Subway...
If your bitch sell her pussy, course I'ma spend it
That's that D-Boy talk for them drug dealers
Bitches left Detroit, fuckin' with them thug niggas
They say out of town money was the best
I'm focused on all this money
Lil nigga fuck them rest, I got it, I got 'em

[Hook: Luvaboy TJ]
Red racks for a hair tied
I got killers on both sides
My team is winnin' by last slide
Every day we get them French fries

[Verse 3: Rrose Rrome]
I should write a book, I love the life full of crime
Bein' a millionaire I put my life on the line
Who can your trust when it's coming so fast
Take shots Margielas turn into toe tags
Everywhere I go, white bitches say I'm gnarly
Flawkoe we doin', Bentley truck or the Ferrari?
.40 on the scene, you can tell your man I'm sorry
It's OHB and bet we fuckin' up the party
Yeah, money orders if my mans locked
Something you should know
Super Flexin', got your man shot
VVS is made of headshots
Hold up, I'm just a bully in a sandbox

[Verse 4: HoodyBaby]
Rings so big, all these bitches think I'm rackcellent
I just hit a lick with the team, we the champions
Hold up now, you gon' have to count the cash again
Marilyn and Marilyn, red light, green light
All I know is trafficin', all I know is packagin'
All I know is damagin', all I know is come through, chop it up and handle it
Check me out
I be movin' bricks, I be movin' weight, I be pumpin' bags
My next shine they are VVS'

[Hook: Luvaboy TJ]
Red racks for a hair tied
I got killers on both sides
My team is winnin' by last slide
Every day we get them French fries

[Verse 5: Chris Brown]
'Cause I work my candy line, pressin' line
Run up on a blood, where you from?
East Side, Bounty Balifornia
And you ain't never hit a lick and have to run up on 'em
Virginia niggas know about sellin' on 95
Show up at your door it's Halloween, like I'm Michael Myers
Jamaican savages comin' at you, with all the knives
Spittin' brazys and goin' crazy like Colombines
I got the AK fuck your Draco and your .45 (Yeah)
You know that he gon' snitch, know that he a bitch
And you know a nigga ballin', know a nigga rich
Really been in county, nigga, you know what it is
You payin' money for protection, nigga, you a bitch
Say it with your chest
What you say? What you say?
Pussy nigga we on the net, runnin' from the fade
Know you gon' tell the 12 all about me
Know you gon' send the paperwork and niggas, gon' speak
Tryna sell you own ass, tellin' all you homies
I'ma fuck you up in private, so these bitches don't see
I ain't gotta be your favorite, you ain't gotta love me
I ain't gotta pay no killers, ain't gotta be drug free
Nigga say that I'm on that cocaine
Sayin' I'm higher than a motherfucker, okay
But when I fire your ass up like propane
Blaka, blaka with the choppers, we killin' niggas with no names

[Bridge: Luvaboy TJ]
You niggas out of it, if you think I'm talkin' shit
Knock, knock the SODMG out the alphabet

[Hook: Luvaboy TJ]
Red racks for a hair tied
I got killers on both sides
My team is winnin' by last slide
Every day we get them French fries