Lyrics:
that's rude bruh
Learn to follow yo' rules bruh
Set by every real street nigga who kept it G and paid dues bruh
Fake n***** just line 'em up
Watch in
with a Warlord complex
Putting the game in a choke hold then I raw dawg it, no sweat
N' I'm on target, when shooting my shot n I don't bargain, I go get
Couple milli in the bag and my face good
Buy a chick a new pad when she taste good
10 chains, hustle hard: Ace Hood
Smoke? you know it taste good
Scoop
Couple milli in the bag and my face good
Buy a chick a new pad when she taste good
10 chains, hustle hard: Ace Hood
Smoke? you know it taste good
Scoop
[Chorus]
Drag-On, n****s act on
Messin' wit' the team - it's gon' be a sad song
X will bring the day and the night
'Cause we get it right, get it
wonder my thrusters go higher than them
Higher than snipers, I sting like a viper
I layer the venom, it seep in your lungs
Sick of the starvation, how long
I go get your mother nem
Leave a pussy foreign in the street left his doors open made him beat his feet
You almost died you made it by a string and im
a visit
cye
3 shots that's my limit
cye
HEMI this not rented
cye
Ma say she want a clean version but this shit get explicit
cye
Niggas say they making
(Hit the road)
Hood n**** get the pussy wetter but I never drown (Get it wet)
I was down bad shit was steep I got off my ass (Off my ass)
Running thru’
the fence, brick stashed in the hood
Top work by the inch, I bag it, it's gone
Ask Quik, we rock more than microphones
Some niggas ball, some niggas do
or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco
And if you want the fly s***, my n**** here we go
You know it's Digga lookin pretty in the video
Smack her on her ass
Grab her by her Wa ist
Girl we playing we darts
Bullzeye on ha Fa ace
She say it taste like fruit
Say it taste like Da
Smack her on her ass
Grab her by her Wa ist
Girl we playing we darts
Bullzeye on ha Fa ace
She say it taste like fruit
Say it taste like Da
position
Dreams of being on my N.I.P shit
Screaming out Durkio 2 times swear he keep it too real
I wanna be the voice of the streets so I gotta tell you
you get That from
I said from chicago
Back then
I had mac 10s and an F&N
Betta not catch u lackin
Pistol packin
In the hood
I be trappin
No relaxin
First verse
Flam, combustion thrustin' new versions of verses over kids heads like
halos bendin' ney brain cells like indo "n
the days
It's the Master, the Ace and yo, I'm black and it pays
So bust the move on the mad offbeat tip and
It's the dopest, but can you cope this, by far
It sound like bs y ya tawking loud like e who im a-state hussla named c-deuce tryna get big dollaz n big keys like a g do
Im covered n dirt but im
it's a gang of us and we ready to go
'cause after the party after the
Party we get so drunk
We forget all about the next day hun
Get it teflon don,
a turban
You blow like the wind and curtains
While the burden only worsens
You a generic version of another person
I’m explicit with these verses, tell em
we got the same Mother
You my ace boon koon out the gutta
New car go vroom when you touch it
Five killas wit me lookin like the Jacksons
Don’t test me
niggas get a bag
N go n switch on they homies
Its strictly brothers in my circle
We don't fuck no homies
I'm probably sliding thru yo hood
By my lonely
I
go back to the trenches
Spray your s*** up (Blrrt)
Young n**** can’t wait to do it
Count that s*** up (Blrrt)
Then went and bought back the hood
F*****
County, we go way harder
We do it way bigga (why), 'cause we some made niggas
For on pray they raised to get money waist
We gon' get it off they pop like
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