100 Yard Dash Lyrics - Best Thang Smokin' - Young Dro

Young Dro 

Y'all already know what it is when I'm on that Ecstasy 

Who dis is? Grand Hustle? Aye let's do it nigga 

All we make is cash, straight drop glass 

Niggas try to jack it, we'll straight drop ass 

Trunk on blast and our cars go fast 

Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard dash 

I'ma bank head veteran, got 'em takin' eccederin 

Suckas caught headaches when they saw me on David Letterman 

Ride 'round sever an' off the heads to my brother en 

Man, this gangsta picture been on Paul Wall ever since 

I was young wit medicine, now I'm in the yellow bent 

Thought the shit was lame, Das, why I ain't go and get the yellow tint? 

Tell 'em Kent we ride phantoms supplyin' anthems 

Body full of reptile camo's and fine pampers 

Shine amper, fox fur, submarine boxster 

Kill a nigga ass on time, they call me clockster 

Light skin Mossberg, not the black but the chrome one 

26 Davins, the black back with the chrome front 

All we make is cash, straight drop glass 

Niggas try to jack it, we'll straight drop ass 

Trunk on blast and our cars go fast 

Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard dash 

Aye look, Brasco Astro 

Big shipment in advance, dead fresh nigga plaid put on castro 

Give 'em what they ask for, 20 thousand in sacks 

Stand on the trap till I see the damn task force 

Come back in a black porche, me and Bola 

This Xtaci time, when the sunshine's it's over 

White cola, systems are metric, force successive 

Ain't no choice, I'm aggressive 

My brauds walk on giseptics and nati 

Mark Jacobs in the maple Marzarati 

I'm rich, nothin' to do, so I'm taking up karate 

And I'm taping up my body like the NFL quarterback 

Michael Vick shit, I know how to bring a quarterback 

All we make is cash, straight drop glass 

Niggas try to jack it, we'll straight drop ass 

Trunk on blast and our cars go fast 

Choppa make a nigga do a hundred yard dash 

Bitch please, shawty I know you ain't got these 

Varagomas on my face and some Juicy Gator jeans 

Bitch I'm ballin' wit some pimps who be lettin' they shoulda lean 

Know them grills gone bling and them banks go ching 

Listen, I'm a queen, five carat ring 

See through blouse and my nipples ain't seen 

Everybody know that I'm quick to beat a hoe ass 

In a quick flash, make them bitches hit the floor fast 

Drop top in the other seat, I got plenty cash 

Always first class, bitch I was made to last 

You a old rag still stuntin' wit a coach bag 

Young fly bitches like to ride when the beat blast 

All we make is cash, straight drop glass 

Niggas try to jack it, we'll straight drop ass 

Trunk on blast and our cars go fast 

Choppa make a nigga do a hundred yard dash