K-pop Lyrics

Louis V bulletproof vest on
Yeah I’m sucker duckin’ in style hoe
Off-White shoestring ‘round my neck
That’s what hold the TEC-9 ho

[Verse: Dolce Drako]
Off-White mu’fucker tahoe
Turn this mu’fucker to a sideshow
Supreme Airmax when I slide though
We ain’t talkin’ Curtis - call em 5-0

I ain’t see nothin’, I was blindfold
.223 like a pinecone
.762 like a time bomb
Rapid fire trigger, then we drive slow

I can make the shot with my eyes closed
Hundred on the plane like Ralo
Fuck with my cup, got my mind gone
Make ya bitch bob like Sideshow

Then we skrt off
Then we swerve off
All my jewel on
With my shirt off

Gold money counter from Ben Baller
Only want the head if she gon’ swallow
Drive the new lamb like Impala
Rockin’ black forces at the Met Gala

Hunnid thousand dollars
on my bape collar
Police get behind don’t brake for ‘em
You in good hands like State Farm
‘Cause we ain’t dem niggas
you can take from

We went from foot soldier to a big dawg
On demon time call me 6 Gos
Shorty give me neck, call it whiplash
Ya 401k what the drip cost

Throw that money ‘round like a hip toss
All this yellow gold got ‘em pissed off
Call ‘em R Kells get ‘em pissed on
Have ya money funny like a sitcom

We don’t need telly, we just hit a cut
Got camp mode on the Cybertruck
Do my lil’ dougie now she cookin’ up
Iced out Rollie I don’t smoke puck
High cheekbone with a big butt
Pussy made of gold like King Tut
We be in the club
with the thing tucked
Drako, Darko