Dracula flow 4 Part 1

This shit ain't nothin' to me, man Haters in shambles, they stay pickin' the corn outta my shit This Smith & Wesson got me movin' like an invasive species I got Midas touch, fuck boy Bitch so bad I made her shit in my chopped cheese I'm at the bank 'bouta withdraw all of it These Valentinos are from Milan, you fuckin' idiot That Fentanyl gave me Vitruvian Man flexibility Got me in a state of rigor mortis Caught a broke boy trying to come up on my Amazon package So I skinned his ass alive, ahhhhh We smokin' Serge Ibaka, spinal fluid infused, quick-release Percs She spread it and let mе take a deep sniff of that Mahi-mahi I gave that pussy a raspberry Thеy needed a stealth soldier, so I put my hands on the hibachi hot plate at Benihana and burned my fuckin' fingerprints off They will not find me Konichiwa, you little jit Snortin' some premium Matisyahu, got me fightin' for my life I make a nice stew out of that pussy Blacked out on the Percocet, ordered a Desert Eagle off Amazon I used to nut in my socks until the crust smelled sweet I ain't never going back Hidden Valley Ranch ice cream cake in my Fronto Leaf Got Subanese crystalline shards pokin' out my lungs, fuck boy I'm in Göbekli Tepe shirtless in a loin cloth Blowing bareback asshole, out-smokin' aqueduct filtered sherm Told shorty to keep that box breathin' yeah She squeezin' the garlic, we smokin' java man Face pressed up against that monkey, sniffin' for dear life The Cuban link will turn the diamond tester into a pipe bomb Glock-34 shivered his timbers Blew her back out usin' a mammoth-skin condom Dick/pussy freeballin', like Shaq and Kobe I'm smokin' Mesopotamian, Stanley Cup triple-award-winning, soul-bleeder, taint blaster, J.D. Power Associates, dingleberry zaza We smokin' that IBM Quantum Computer I can't wait to curb stomp you in these dumb ugly ass Rick Owens shoes I'm Dracula, I'm twelve million years old When I hit it from behind, the room smells like absolute michi They said I wouldn't shit on 'em I spread my cheeks and hit 'em with an absolute screamer Lil' bro was emaciated, the Percs done ate lil' cuzzo ass up These cops are interrogating me about an ounce of weed As if I didn't kill an Applebee's hostess two miles away I come from a long bloodline of Italian leather My Bottegas have veins pumpin' through them Smoking indigenous Fronto Leaf in a bacon, egg, and cheese Hashtag: "Le Chemin du Roi" Eyes bloodshot, leanin' up against the wall Beatin' off to my Chrome Hearts boots Opps was talkin' crazy, shot 'em in the mouth My Audemars Piguet worth the GDP of Yemen If this watch breaks, the foreign exchange market will take a twenty-eight percent hit, people will die My diamonds come from the most horrific situations possible Slurpin' a quick-release Perc off the plate, like a pinto bean I keep my Glock at the Vatican She squirt on me, I love bein' covered in the chichi manga They're sick in the head, they forgot I'm him I'm the "Him-ulation", I am "Him Kardashian" "Him-buktu",