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Drag-on - "Drag Shit"
[verse 1]
I make my block move like earthquakes, they call me sandman
Cuz while i smoke this up, i got coke to cut
Leavin niggas so doped up, they chokin off they throw up
Cant even see straight, leanin like they need v8
Nigga call a g eighth, jail i cant see me in
A years too long its only shorter you got three in
I run with niggas on the run from 25
Yall only heard me for 18 months, already i wanna spray shit up
Keep braggin about your cars ima see drama before it happens
When i roll up hard, you wonder what the fuck cab im in
Cuz i can pop up and peel back and all i can promise is peel caps
With holes, like the bullets was damn near pose
I see your lex duped out, your sunroofs out
Now look at me droppin three in your dome two to your mouth
Leave a nigga head blowin his horn, with his signals on
Dont lie before a snitch call cops im fall blocks
See i spit hard cuz i know thats what yall want
Yall aint said it first, im droppin with a odor out my trunk
Now what the hell is that, you smell that?
All you see is a shoelace teared up from the back
Like im fishtailin a ac
And who i sound like? cmon dog my voice drown mics
But nigga dont compare, stop talkin and come here
You know where i be at, bx and nigga bring that
I already got mine, the only difference i pop mine nigga
Hook: styles paniro
Ruff ryder nigga, carry the pound
Get engaged with these bullets, then marry the ground
Drag dash on the fire is real
We dont talk about guns, we will pop our steel
You dont sound like us, get down like us
Make a nigga mom frown like us, we ruff ryde
Til i say enough died, ima still bust mine
Finished with the pound, then im startin with the nine
[verse 2]
I dont sound close to niggas, niggas runnin around
Rollercoasting niggas, i make post of niggas
When i put the toast to niggas
Let me see yall niggas run, cuz when i tote float niggas
And deep throat niggas
Spit flame, drop of a dime, drop of a quarter
Im the real reason why niggas rush the border
They dont plea bout they freedom, they just wanna see him
So i can speak words to tease em, and mislead em
To have em smuggle me guns, smuggle me drugs
Fuckin with thugs, cuttin niggas up just out of love
Drag buy guns in new york, hell naw!
I got cubans send me cuban cigars for these bars
So fuck yall cuz all i could tell yall the rest is no tax
Im fire so yall could never be no macks
Last nigga touched that couldnt get his skin back
Came in in all white, left out in all black
When i pop mine, my bullets ignore stop signs
So when you feel a burnin sensation, know its clock time
You know like 2 to 6, or 3 to 9
9 to 12 and under that, aint nothin but shells
Pick em up, throw em right at myself
Tell a kid this is for every bad month that daddy sent to hell
Those that wanna be like, shoulda just been mike
And when you see me in the streets, we could do it like nike
Hook
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