(feat. Drag-On)

I m pushin for the single yoc mon
Yo lock the dooruh huh
Ya hearduhuh
C monyeah
Y all know who it isor should I say what it is
Uhuh

Verse 1
All Drag do is fuck bitchesand drain his body
Kickin bitches out the bed and sleep next to a shottie
A bitch ll never get me pumpI make niggas pump IV
I m the type to follow the cops wit a midget drivin me
Make them think the car drivin itselfand I m in the passenger seat
Signal lightsstashboxa package of D
Drag dashI m happy to be
Onthis rap shit is like a jacket to me
I wear it with cracks in my sleeves
So I keep it ondon t never take my jacket off cuz my shit be gone
What are youlost your mind?
It took my time to cut these dimes
So I could dump drug a few mindsso don t make me bust a few nines
Dip the T T in polish watch the shoe shine
Slip in the Tunnel with a banger in my bootline
All it takes is the finger to make a sour sitlinger
Double R is hardthe rest of y all is R & B singers

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WEED
That s what we smokin up
HOES
That s what we pokin up
DOUGH
That s what we foldin up
That s all we know about

Verse 2
I got more bullets in my clipthan chocolate got in chip
I got more bitches suckin dickthan niggas smokin niks
I got more shit up in my whipthan most niggas got in cribs
I got moreblocks of raw while y all tryin to stop wars
Coward nigga lock your doors
I ll come through with the locksmith and pop it
With the glock 4 and show y all what a mouth s for
I got black steelblue steelwheelsI mean wheelchair
Cuz Drag is real fairit s all real here
I own more buildings on my blockthan real estatephilly ave
Hit ten niggas I m tryin to see mils like Billy Gates
Cuz me in Philly rollin dutches
Me and Evestuck off the treesgot her laughin off bitches weaves
Double Rpop niggasmake niggas bleed
Fiends come to me my top rock s been asleep
Seven foot bouncers bout to be six feetunder me
Now that s a foot leftyou shouldn t have took that step

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Verse 3
I know y all wish y all wouldashouldacoulda
Diddagettagottaguns we cock it then pop it
Make em holler and swallow
Niggas stop itcatch itall up in his jacket
I m not a stingy niggaI ll let a nigga have it
Hate chips that go awaylookin like white coke
Sit in the sun longcome back like french toast
Hair was upnow is downeyes are blacknow is brown
Used to frownnow you smilenigga must have left you now
Went from bikes to the carfrom the cars to the boat
Went from keys to the cokewent from coke to the dope
Went from cracks to the rapswent from bats to the gats
Went from slums to the statsbeen to London and back
Me change cuz I rapI can t do it
I went from muggin y all to payin niggas to do it
It s all the same stupid
I got cake on cakecuz I went from pow to pow
Wit my familytwo R sRyde or Die

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