We know y'all out to drink y'all throw up We know y'all on 20's We know y'all reppin' hood But how many kill
Bounce ass, load them cribs Let me see the mobbin' niggaz talk shit While these muthatfuckaz be And'll go for the
Ready to ride they holdin' a lick Thugs with the Chevy's, with the trucks The real gun runner never run when he Henny and he in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt
Sippin' with a fifty under the nuts Hoes ass and no gut Let me see you it from side to side Niggaz if static then pass me the strap
Gonna ride my ride All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, the 'fedi get buck up in the club And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up All the homeys on the
Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a Serve too, we got a 'Lac, hustlin' pack Til a nigga bust, they bustin' that'll roll them dice and win Girls with 'fits that the skin
Real mind your best friend at the pen Real hoes let your friend know about men 'Cause I be ass And'll make a full glass disappear like a to the LOX and Beanie
While them backin' that thang up on my weenie It's like no in the world could see me When I Ryde with Drag-On Rollin' up big in a Mercedes If you want herb we got
(Drag-On) (Drag-On)
Gotta kick that for the fine bitches and all my nugz For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our What do a say when he say Drag-On and Twista? (Wanna me?) Gangsta, let's ride, feel me
By know everybody know, that the kid spit tight And this kid spit light And the bitch I don' fucked last night I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a mic
the only muthafuckin' magazine that I read Is I buy my gun from it How many bullets you could in that one stomach? I y'all run from it
And the from the Calico, I gotta go it, pimp, with a lot of hoes I'm the same muthafucka countin' that dough Cookin' that to a pot of gold
'Cause my rainbow is color top that crackhead cop I don't care I cap me a cop As as I got enough money to cop me A drop, pop glocks
Drag, open up boots by watchin' in convo at condos Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all upon me I run up on y'all in a cab with a on me And the on leavin' is me
And the only one bleedin' is you, to breeze with me All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC the white T All I do is argue
Double F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the O N Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz With your open
(Drag-On) (Drag-On)
Hold the fuck up, slow Drag, Twista, up These muthafuckaz know what's real out here (They sure don't) is volume 2 (Volume 2) Nigga, so, get
(Drag-On) (Drag-On)
Whether or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible When I up the block at you, pop at you If your cry there's nothin' I could do
Should not've with Mr. Illogical When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, you break it You booty to shapey, take it, wanna see you naked I don' drunk a boo muthafucka so you I'm lit up get up, spin witha a Twista, it's a stick up
This the shit pick up, let me load this clip up Lust pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Let's see if you murdered miss ya I love the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll you out
Tell your I got a dick that'll turn her out Especially when I tell her around, I don' hurt her now Shit'll back and I think it's time to get murdered now I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my
You gon' me pull a all nighter Standin' in front of your with that gasoline and that lighter Now hit, we won't miss ya, Drag-On and (Puttin' it on 'em)