im the king dracula Lyrics by bleood
(Kill your idols, nigga)
You should— you should die if you sippin’ green
Call up slime, fill me up with beans
You should— you should die if you sippin’ green (Kill your idols)
Call up slime, fill me up with beans (Shoot ’em dead)
You should— you should die if you sippin’ green (Kill your idols, nigga, LNF money team shit)
Call up slime, fill me up with beans
Wanna cry, see you in my dreams (Ooh)
Slime told me that you’re lying through your teeth
Got some Ann Demeuler on, mix it with TT
85s fuck up, she tryna take a peek
When I’m in her body, she said, “bleood, you the king” (Slatt)
I’m not tryna fuck your pussy, bitch, your shit stink (Ooh)
I’m King Dracula, sippin’ on blood, bitch (Wait, what is— what is—)
Nigga keep acting up, hit with a hollow tip— tip
I fucked his slut for breakfast in the morning
Step in the rave—
I’m King Dracula, sippin’ on blood, bitch (Wait, what is— what is—)
Nigga keep acting up, hit with a hollow tip— tip
I fucked his slut for breakfast in the morning
Step in the rave— (Let’s go out with a bang)
I’m King Dracula, sippin’ on blood, bitch (Wait, what is— what is—)
Nigga keep acting up, hit with a hollow tip
I fucked his slut for breakfast in the morning
Step in the rave with the Chrome, they all going
All-black fit, got the wax and a full clip
Nigga talk rat, get smacked, then we strobe ’em
I-I’m King Dracula— on blood, bitch
I’m King Dracula— on blood, bitch
I-I’m King Dracula— on blood, bitch
I’m King Dracula— on blood, bitch
Call up my zoes, got Drac’, gon’ curse ’em
I’m King Dracula, sippin’ on blood, bitch
I don’t crash out, I don’t got Wi-Fi, got service
Why your ho said she want dick in her cervix?
I told slime, “Come pick up this turkey”
I-I told slime, “Come—” I told slime, “Come—”
Gettin’ big diamonds, no Steve
We been known your pockets on E
AR-15, monkey nuts with beam
30K if you want a feat
LNF, tryna dive in her pound like some geese
This Tesla self-drive, I don’t need no keys
Dior so tight, she can’t slip off the jeans
Slime said it’s new hoes on the block, let’s grease
You should— you should die if you sippin’ green
Call up slime, fill me up with beans
Wanna cry, see you in my dreams (Ooh)
Slime told me that you’re lying through your teeth
Got some Ann Demeuler on, mix it with TT
85s fuck up, she tryna take a peek
When I’m in her body, she said, “bleood, you the king” (Slatt)
I’m not tryna fuck your pussy, bitch, your shit stink (Ooh)
I’m King Dracula, sippin’ on blood, bitch
Nigga keep acting up, hit with a hollow tip
I fucked his slut for breakfast in the morning
Step in the rave with the Chrome, they all going
All-black fit, got the wax and a full clip
Nigga talk rat, get smacked, then we strobe ’em
I-I’m King Dracula— on blood, bitch
I’m King Dracula— on blood, bitch
I-I’m King Dracula— on blood, bitch
I’m King Dracula— on blood, bitch
Call up my zoes, got Drac’, gon’ curse ’em
I’m King Dracula, sippin’ on blood, bitch
I don’t crash out, I don’t got Wi-Fi, got service
Why your ho said she want dick in her cervix?
I told slime, “Come pick up this turkey”
I-I told slime, “Come—” I told slime, “Come—”
I-I’m King Dracula— on blood, bitch
I’m King Dracula— on blood, bitch
I-I’m King Dracula— on blood, bitch
I’m King Drac—
