Drag On

Drag On - Click, Click, Clack songtekst

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[Verse 1]

Yo you never heard Drag release shit on wax

Cuz this kid do more than crack backs and pump crack

I'm young but I've been stop playin with crayons

I'ma be around for eons put niggas where the bums pee on

This aint basketball three on three

It's one ready to leave and the other fifteen comin rapidly

They still couldn't find a book of matches to match me

Buildings is still burnin down still couldn't catch me

I'm real flashy, I cop the Benz and crash it on the same day

And be back on the subway

Y'all act like bitches what y'all thought the 4-4 play?

I don't even know my father heard he did time on a broadway

You might be him, so get the fuck out the hallway

Drag hate a sometime nigga I bring it always

Cuz I'm as hot as the gun niggas pop from roofs

Where the birds at now, act like you aint heard that



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Ride, ride, and gimme your gat so I can air out the place

Click, click, clack

Die, die, tilt ya back and the last thing you heard was

Click, click, clack

Drag, drag, gimme a stack I put the cannon in your face

Click, click, clack

On, on, hot as a match you wanna a fire left the barrel that was

Click, click, clack





[Verse 2]

Ayo niggas think they real well I'ma pop em with two

He got balls, well I'ma tell his moms he died playin pool

Cuz he was in too deep, so I cracked him over the table like G.O.D.

Dumped his body ASAP

Who the only nigga who that could come through with a Benz two door

But look like a Ford and pull off at your whore

Leave a nigga huntin for the draws, wantin to score

It's so he can't play ???? I throw hundreds out the door

Bet you be the first to pick it up for sure

Cuz I'ma nigga that take from the poor and give to the poor

Now you never heard that shit before

I probably send your kids to job corps

So what the fuck you got a ride for

And pump crack, I just bag the bitch up your block you know I be back

And I promise I'll throw y'all more stacks

Cuz Drag never run low on raps, never run low on cash

But I put a nigga below fast



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[Verse 3]

And dirty bitches I'm tired of grabbin long hair

Fuckin y'all from the rear, I'ma stop fuckin all year

Until y'all buy me a spare, I never seen the dun here

But if they invent it, I wanna put a thousand in it

Never could be a faggot, but if me and you locked for 30 years

In the same pit, guess who gon be the bitch

You guessed it, now shut the fuck up and respect it in here

Clean my necklace, I do anything when a man is holdin

I pop a hole through me just to put a hole through him

And put a hole through my shoulder, straight to his throat

And make him choke up, blood all over, leave him by his Rover

I tie 20 niggas up and have enough rope

Won't stop tying til I get the leftover coke

Cuz I circle your block like the cops

The only thing that I'ma do that they not is fire illegal shots



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