Dead Dragon - Xavier Wulf

Nowadays they always switch the subject to some stupid shit

Now you see me ticked and pissed

I’m trippin' I can’t handle it

Every time you see me eyes lower than a dead man

Red dragon Wulf tangled up into a hellish rant

King Ice Cobra Fang Style, fuck your forty-tech

Leave it up to me I leave 'em twisted, where you see 'em at

I don’t give no fuck about you punk bitches, never that

Trying to sneak on me you ain’t focused nigga watch your back

Pull up too quick split you open then I crawl back

Diamond tears came dark red due to the blood shed

Pull up to the ark, blades glisten in the pitch dark

Built my whole career getting faded with a pitchfork

I don’t give no fuck bout none of you niggas it go either or

People tried to play the game with me but I got better scores

Thunder Crow Wulf Claw Style now you see me soar

Niggas acting shady give no fuck, play me I’ll leave 'em sore

Bitch I’m finna cop the Celsior, switch to sui doors

We ain’t from The Pack but we really ride them scrapers boy

Hit the curb slow at a angle yeah, that a boy

Static bags, whatever we rocking nigga we enjoy

Pull off from the clique blunt burning in the moonlight

I knew I was right left that girl and had a better night

She said, «So you single?»

I said, «Bingo bitch you damn right»

Now you see me fading smoking waiting for my next fight

You bitch