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Drag On

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[Verse 1]I make my block move like earthquakes, they call me sandmanCuz while I smoke this up, I got coke to cutLeavin niggas so doped up, they chokin off they throw upCan`t even see straight, leanin like they need V8Nigga call a g eighth, jail I can`t see me inA year`s too long it`s only shorter you got three inI run with niggas on the run from 25Y`all only heard me for 18 months, already I wanna spray shit upKeep braggin about your cars I`ma see drama before it happensWhen I roll up hard, you wonder what the fuck cab I`m inCuz I can pop up and peel back and all I can promise is peel capsWith holes, like the bullets was damn near poseI see your Lex duped out, your sunroof`s outNow look at me droppin three in your dome two to your mouthLeave a nigga head blowin his horn, with his signals onDon`t lie before a snitch call cops I`m fall blocksSee I spit hard cuz I know that`s what y`all wantY`all aint said it first, I`m droppin with a odor out my trunkNow what the hell is that, you smell that?All you see is a shoelace teared up from the backLike I`m fishtailin a AcAnd who I sound like? C`mon dog my voice drown micsBut nigga don`t compare, stop talkin and come hereYou know where I be at, BX and nigga bring thatI already got mine, the only difference I pop mine niggaHOOK: Styles PaniroRuff Ryder nigga, carry the poundGet engaged with these bullets, then marry the groundDrag dash On the fire is realWe don`t talk about guns, we will pop our steelYou don`t sound like us, get down like usMake a nigga mom frown like us, we Ruff RydeTil I say enough died, I`ma still bust mineFinished with the pound, then I`m startin with the nine[Verse 2]I don`t sound close to niggas, niggas runnin aroundRollercoasting niggas, I make post of niggasWhen I put the toast to niggasLet me see y`all niggas run, cuz when I tote float niggasAnd deep throat niggasSpit flame, drop of a dime, drop of a quarterI`m the real reason why niggas rush the borderThey dont plea `bout they freedom, they just wanna see himSo I can speak words to tease em, and mislead emTo have `em smuggle me guns, smuggle me drugsFuckin with thugs, cuttin niggas up just out of loveDrag buy guns in New York, hell naw!I got cubans send me cuban cigars for these barsSo fuck y`all cuz all I could tell y`all the rest is no taxI`m fire so y`all could never be no macksLast nigga touched that couldn`t get his skin backCame in in all white, left out in all blackWhen I pop mine, my bullets ignore stop signsSo when you feel a burnin sensation, know it`s clock timeYou know like 2 to 6, or 3 to 99 to 12 and under that, aint nothin but shellsPick em up, throw em right at myselfTell a kid this is for every bad month that daddy sent to hellThose that wanna be like, shoulda just been MikeAnd when you see me in the streets, we could do it like NikeHOOK

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