Drag-on - Drag Shit Lyrics
[verse 1]I make my block move like earthquakes, they call me sandmanCuz while I smoke this up, I got coke to cutLeavin niggas so doped up, they chokin off they throw upCant even see straight, leanin like they need v8Nigga call a g eighth, jail I cant see me inA years too long its only shorter you got three inI run with niggas on the run from 25Yall only heard me for 18 months, already I wanna spray shit upKeep braggin about your cars ima see drama before it happensWhen I roll up hard, you wonder what the ***** cab Im inCuz I can pop up and peel back and all I can promise is peel capsWith holes, like the bullets was damn near poseI see your lex duped out, your sunroofs outNow look at me droppin three in your dome two to your mouthLeave a nigga head blowin his horn, with his signals onDont lie before a snitch call cops Im fall blocksSee I spit hard cuz I know thats what yall wantYall aint said it first, Im droppin with a odor out my trunkNow what the hell is that, you smell that?All you see is a shoelace teared up from the backLike Im fishtailin a acAnd who I sound like? cmon dog my voice drown micsBut nigga dont compare, stop talkin and come hereYou know where I be at, bx and nigga bring thatI already got mine, the only difference I pop mine niggaHook: styles paniroRuff ryder nigga, carry the poundGet engaged with these bullets, then marry the groundDrag dash on the fire is realWe dont talk about guns, we will pop our steelYou dont sound like us, get down like usMake a nigga mom frown like us, we ruff rydeTil I say enough died, ima still bust mineFinished with the pound, then Im startin with the nine[verse 2]I dont sound close to niggas, niggas runnin aroundRollercoasting niggas, I make post of niggasWhen I put the toast to niggasLet me see yall niggas run, cuz when I tote float niggasAnd deep throat niggasSpit flame, drop of a dime, drop of a quarterIm the real reason why niggas rush the borderThey dont plea bout they freedom, they just wanna see himSo I can speak words to tease em, and mislead emTo have em smuggle me guns, smuggle me drugs*****in with thugs, cuttin niggas up just out of loveDrag buy guns in new york, hell naw!I got cubans send me cuban cigars for these barsSo ***** yall cuz all I could tell yall the rest is no taxIm fire so yall could never be no macksLast nigga touched that couldnt get his skin backCame in in all white, left out in all blackWhen I pop mine, my bullets ignore stop signsSo when you feel a burnin sensation, know its clock timeYou know like 2 to 6, or 3 to 99 to 12 and under that, aint nothin but shellsPick em up, throw em right at myselfTell a kid this is for every bad month that daddy sent to hellThose that wanna be like, shoulda just been mikeAnd when you see me in the streets, we could do it like nikeHook
