Drag Shit Lyrics - Singles - Drag On

I make my block move like earthquakes, they call me Sandman 

'Cuz while I smoke this up, I got coke to cut 

Leavin' niggas so doped up, they chokin' off they throw up 

Can't even see straight, leanin' like they need V8 

Nigga call A G eighth, jail I can't see me in 

A year's too long it's only shorter you got three in 

I run with niggas on the run from 25 

Y'all only heard me for 18 months, already I wanna spray shit up 

Keep braggin' about your cars I'ma see drama before it happens 

When I roll up hard, you wonder what the fuck cab I'm in 

'Cuz I can pop up and peel back and all I can promise is peel caps 

With holes, like the bullets was damn near pose 

I see your Lex duped out, your sunroof's out 

Now look at me droppin' three in your dome two to your mouth 

Leave a nigga head blowin' his horn, with his signals on 

Don't lie before a snitch call cops I'm fall blocks 

See I spit hard 'cuz I know that's what y'all want 

Y'all ain't said it first, I'm droppin' with a odor out my trunk 

Now what the hell is that, you smell that? 

All you see is a shoelace teared up from the back 

Like I'm fishtailin' a AC 

And who I sound like? C'mon dog my voice drown mics 

But nigga don't compare, stop talkin' and come here 

You know where I be at, BX and nigga bring that 

I already got mine, the only difference I pop mine nigga 

Ruff Ryder nigga, carry the pound 

Get engaged with these bullets, then marry the ground 

Drag dash on the fire is real 

We don't talk about guns, we will pop our steel 

You don't sound like us, get down like us 

Make a nigga mom frown like us, we Ruff Ryde 

Till I say enough died, I'ma still bust mine 

Finished with the pound, then I'm startin' with the nine 

I don't sound close to niggas, niggas runnin' around 

Rollercoasting niggas, I make post of niggas 

When I put the toast to niggas 

Let me see y'all niggas run, 'cuz when I tote float niggas 

And deep throat niggas 

Spit flame, drop of a dime, drop of a quarter 

I'm the real reason why niggas rush the border 

They don't plea 'bout they freedom, they just wanna see him 

So I can speak words to tease 'em, and mislead 'em 

To have 'em smuggle me guns, smuggle me drugs 

Fuckin' with thugs, cuttin' niggas up just out of love 

Drag buy guns in New York, hell naw 

I got Cubans send me Cuban cigars for these bars 

So fuck y'all 'cuz all I could tell y'all the rest is no tax 

I'm fire so y'all could never be no macks 

Last nigga touched that couldn't get his skin back 

Came in in all white, left out in all black 

When I pop mine, my bullets ignore stop signs 

So when you feel a burnin' sensation, know it's clock time 

You know like 2 to 6, or 3 to 9 

9 to 12 and under that, ain't nothin' but shells 

Pick 'em up, throw 'em right at myself 

Tell a kid this is for every bad month that daddy sent to hell 

Those that wanna be like, shoulda just been Mike 

And when you see me in the streets, we could do it like Nike 

Ruff Ryder nigga, carry the pound 

Get engaged with these bullets, then marry the ground 

Drag dash on the fire is real 

We don't talk about guns, we will pop our steel 

You don't sound like us, get down like us 

Make a nigga mom frown like us, we Ruff Ryde 

Till I say enough died, I'ma still bust mine 

Finished with the pound, then I'm startin' with the nine