We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all up We know y'all on 20's We y'all reppin' your hood But how many y'all
Bounce ass, load them cribs Let me see the mobbin' niggaz talk shit these muthatfuckaz be scummy And'll go for the
Ready to ride when holdin' a lick Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the The real gun runner run when he bust and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt
Sippin' with a fifty under the nuts Hoes ass and no gut Let me see you jiggle it side to side Niggaz if it's static then pass me the
Gonna 'til 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 go get us a sack too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack Til a nigga bust, they back Guys roll them dice and win Girls with 'fits that show the
niggaz mind your best friend at the pen Real hoes let your best know about men I be squeezin' ass And'll a full glass disappear like a genie to the LOX and Beanie
While them hoes backin' thang up on my weenie It's like no nigga in the could see me When I Ruff with Drag-On Rollin' up big in a Mercedes If you want we got bombs
(Drag-On) (Drag-On)
Gotta kick that shit for the fine and all my nugz For the ones who smoke pot, do ups and ball in our hood What do a nigga say he say Drag-On and Twista? (Wanna me?) Gangsta, ride, hustla feel me
By know everybody should know, that the kid tight And kid spit fire light And the bitch I don' like last night I give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic
the only muthafuckin' magazine that I read Is when I buy my gun it How many bullets you could digest in that one I y'all run from it
And the click-click from the Calico, I go Make it, pimp, with a lot of I'm the same that's countin' that dough Cookin' coke to a pot of gold
'Cause my rainbow is color top that crackhead cop I don't I gotta cap me a cop As long as I got money to cop me A drop, pop enough
Drag, open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case creep upon me I run up on y'all in a cab a meter on me And the on leavin' is me
And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze me All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC the white T All I really do is
Double F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the O N Catch me, potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin' With your insides
(Drag-On) (Drag-On)
Hold the fuck up, slow Drag, Twista, up These muthafuckaz don't know what's out here (They sure don't) is volume 2 (Volume 2) Nigga, so, get
(Drag-On) (Drag-On)
Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions When I up the at you, I'ma pop at you If your momma cry there's I could do
Should not've fucked Mr. Illogical When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, you break it You booty to shapey, can't take it, see you naked I don' a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up Everybody get up, spin a Twista, it's a stick up
This where the shit pick up, let me 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 that'll burn you out
your bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out Especially when I tell her turn around, I don' her now Shit'll come back and I think it's to get murdered now I'm of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my shit
You gon' make me pull a all Standin' in front of crib with that gasoline and that lighter Now hit, we miss ya, Drag-On and Twista (Puttin' it on 'em)