Young Dro, Young Dro



[Girl:] Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a Jazze Phizzle production Young Drooo



[Chorus: x2]

Are you a killa? What it is

Oh Yeah, What it is

Drug dealer, what it is

Young player, ridin's hard

I just wanna sit up in the air

Get high, I just wanna be up in the air



[Verse:]

I'm in the air (come down)

Ain't comin down (why?)

Up here dammit (where?)

Ain't comin down (please)

Bubbilish coat, 26's in the town

I'm a killa too,

Killin bitches in town

Chevy with the beat down

Make you spin around

I could fishtail

Off Fishdale

Ask the niggas over there 

If i'm the shit there

I don't tolerate

My Impala great

Bring the top out

Bet I discombobulate

I'm a tough nigga

You a fucked nigga

See me in the club all prodded up nigga

I got a semi too

My whole penny do

I got diamonds, earned like Winnie Pooh

Give to Lapia

And caviar for dinner too

Mafia as a mother fucka

Don't make me have to get at you

I blow a hundered shots

A nigga puff into two



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 2:]

My car actually

Really walk a factory

Ice look like rasberry

It'd be hard to try and tackle me

Nigga I'm a killa i suggest you don't come after me

Bitch I'll be in Collipark

Plus I'll on Mcafee

Bankhead faculty

Boy you need to rap with me

Come and talk to me 

Before I open up your cavity

Shots come rapidly

I told you not to mess with me

I don't play with little boys

You tryin to Michael Jackson me?

Lord nigga ridin the air fantastically

Til their daddy kill somethin else

I put my rims up

Actually, car flop purple when the sun come

When they get done with that thing

It'll look Dro won



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 3:]

Mink coat 

Shit polar bear

Hoes over here

Hoes over there

I'm about to take flight

I'm goin in the air

Candy with the gloss

I'm about to lift it out

Can't you see someone on me you don't like

And then lick it out

We don't need to look at a town

We rip em off

My wrist folded

Forget how much tip costs

Buy a hundered k i don't wanna play

Young Dro rides hard in the summer day

Sellin dope, it'd be giant in my mama's day

Bad hoes get treated like runaways

Bitch you need to go home cool out and smoke a blunt today

Go and say how my cut look like egg yolk

I keep two with me all in the bed though

My money fed though

It's Grand Hustle bread boy

We got 28 inches in the air

What you scared for?



[Chorus x2]