Drag-on - Pop It Lyrics
[verse 1]Yo, who want it with us, yall niggas not *****in wit usYall hoppin nimrods, we holdin on up under the truckWe caked out, we all got cars so when we wake up in the morninWe race out, but first blow the place outIt gets outrageous, to all my thug niggas throw your sets upAnd spit yall razorsI hop in to spin out, Im the opposite of h2oSo in the year 2000 the lights woulda never went outPlus I rock ice, it drips on my boot, I shake it offCuz Im fire, so every few seconds, I take it offIm lightweight, I let yall throw them dumbbellsI just throw back them dumb dumb shells to make yall run wellI shoot dummies, blast backsMoney gassed up while ima open this tank, yo pass me the shankI blackout, swipe em like a credit card til I max outAnd thats just to, let yall know that drag is back nowHook 2x: icepick jayNow all my mother*****in peoples say yeah yeahNow all my mother*****in thugs say yeah yeahNow all my mother*****in ladies say yeah yeahYeah yeah throw your hands in the air, cmon[verse 2]Yall keep pushin that wack shit out there yall unableDrags like jumper cables, negative and a positiveYall aint gon feel shit til yall get alot of thisI dont care about yall hatin niggas my moms is part of thisShe looks ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?Cuz I drop them hits that make yall chumps dont drop shitDrag straps up when he get up in his womenPut somethin long in the booty have em switchin differentI snatch niggas wife to show em the lightGive em dick then Im hittin the switchAnd while she snorin she dont know Im gone by the morninBack to the corner, til that blue van come up, my hands is cuffed uhhWhose fingers stay numb from rollin upWho finger *****s chicks til they throwin upWhose fingerprints cops keep showin upCuz who that kid always ride and is throwin truckHook 2x[verse 3]Yo, yo, I just take a strong pull and strike the match on niggasI spit lit candles and drop hot wax on niggasMy middle name jasonThat means Im capable of throwin a mass on and axe niggasYall better ax(ask) niggasFirst name mel, I mean thats what them checks sayWhen they come in the mail, make bank tellers cum on theyselfCount it fast ma, we all professionals hereHows it feel knowin Im walkin outta hereWith what you get in a yearIm rude to a *****, but yall niggas, get out the streetAct like you dont see this black jeep, and get some flat feetYall rock gators, we straight problemsWe rock our timbs half os, laces like our dogs got em***** it, for 2 minutes, let em play wit a new pairI got enough spares to flood the block with footwearPockets like a blimp, shit its been a good yearWhere my ruff ryders, we still in hereHook 4x
