Spit These Bars Lyrics - Drag On

Double R, right now 

We ain't playin' wit y'all 

We ain't playin' wit y'all 

Stop playin', Drag 

Ayo, I spit these bars to make ya head shake 

Fuck bitches 'til the bed break 

Let's see how much lead you can take 

Never let a nigga pay for what I give away 

We can all share, clip to my waist it's all spare 

So run, dammit, run when I bust my gun 

I miss none, put y'all in critical condition 

I'm the talk of the town when it comes to fuckin' bitches 

Or layin' niggas down, Drag bust the most rounds 

While y'all niggas dibble and dabble 

The shit I pull up wit, it'll feel like it grabs you 

We ain't fuckin' I had you 

Shit I know Drag'll be glad to if I had to 

Soon as she in the bathroom, I'm in her ass too 

Gotta six shot shooter that'll pop through ya 

Glock ruger in case I call my block movers 

State troopers on my ass 

Shit, let me see them touch 160 on the dash 

My Z look pretty when it's fast 

I bet 50 I'ma juice the city before I pass 

And if you wanna catch fire better step on the gas 

The opposite of H2O, wanna be a hero when the fires on 

Y'all won't even see ya moms 

Even if she was screamin' at the top of her lungs 

Niggas either burn to the bone or leave the shit alone 

In case of a fire never take the elevator 

Walk 2 flights, hold ya breath and take the steps 

Do my ladies run this? 

Yes, they do run this mutha 

Do my ballers run this? 

Yes, they do run this mutha? 

Do my mamis run this? 

Yes, they do run this mutha 

Do my dogs run this/ 

Yes, they do run this mutha 

Ayo, I only fuck bitches that's flexible 

Ankle touch neck sex incredible 

When Drag about to spark cats 

Ain't no bargin' wit that 

When my gun spit it say "Where the target at?" 

'Cuz I'm fire so I speaks wit heat 

So let me walk that walk 

'Cuz like a teacher I'ma talk wit chalk 

That'll outline y'all like a fresh pair of Nike, stay wit those 

Even if I'm bare toed you see the stripe 

I leave blood stains on sponges 

Cum stains on comforters, I leave rooms foggy 

'Til where y'all can't find me, keep a bad mami 

Twisting up the green scent 

Like tangerine face out of a magazine like ebony 

On the block I pump the ivory 

Never pay for show, I only fuck wit those that never ate before 

That means no food, no cars and just skip bail 

The only thing on they plate is no more than fish scale 

The blow you only know about is the air outside 

I have nightmares before I sleep, I pray y'all fry 

For a pie I lay out guys 

'Cuz what I keeps layin' on my dresser 

Keeps layin' niggas on top of stretchers 

Lightweight but I give off pressure in all measures 

Never chase treasures, flame niggas for pleasure 

Red/Gold vest bullets go through tef 

Got better double R, 2 letter, nigga 

Do my ladies run this? 

Yes, they do run this mutha 

Do my ballers run this? 

Yes, they do run this mutha 

Do my mamis run this? 

Yes, they do run this mutha 

Do my dogs run this? 

Yes, they do run this mutha 

Do my ladies run this? 

Yes, they do run this mutha 

Do my ballers run this? 

Yes, they do run this mutha 

Do my mamis run this? 

Yes, they do run this mutha 

Do my dogs run this? 

Yes, they do run this mutha