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I'm pushin for the single yo, c'mon Yo lock the door, uh huh Ya heard, uh, uh C'mon, yeah Y'all know who it is, or should I say what it is Uh, uh[Verse 1]All Drag do is fuck bitches, and drain his body Kickin bitches out the bed and sleep next to a shottie A bitch'll never get me pump, I make niggas pump IVI'm the type to follow the cops wit a midget drivin me Make them think the car drivin itself, and I'm in the passenger seat Signal lights, stashbox, a package of DDrag dash, I'm happy to be On, this rap shit is like a jacket to me I wear it with cracks in my sleeves So I keep it on, don't never take my jacket off cuz my shit be gone What are you, lost your mind?It took my time to cut these dimes So I could dump drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few nines Dip the T T in polish watch the shoe shine Slip in the Tunnel with a banger in my bootline All it takes is the finger to make a sour sit, linger Double R is hard, the rest of y'all is R & B singers CHORUS 2X:WEEDThat's what we smokin up HOESThat's what we pokin up DOUGHThat's what we foldin up That's all we know about[Verse 2]I got more bullets in my clip, than chocolate got in chip I got more bitches suckin dick, than niggas smokin niks I got more shit up in my whip, than most niggas got in cribs I got more, blocks of raw while y'all tryin to stop wars Coward nigga lock your doors I'll come through with the locksmith and pop it With the glock 4 and show y'all what a mouth's for I got black steel, blue steel, wheels, I mean wheelchair Cuz Drag is real fair, it's all real here I own more buildings on my block, than real estate, philly ave Hit ten niggas I'm tryin to see mils like Billy Gates Cuz me in Philly rollin dutches Me and Eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin off bitches' weaves Double R, pop niggas, make niggas bleed Fiends come to me my top rock's been asleep Seven foot bouncers bout to be six feet, under me Now that's a foot left, you shouldn't have took that step CHORUS[Verse 3]I know y'all wish y'all woulda, shoulda, coulda Didda, getta, gotta, guns we cock it then pop it Make 'em holler and swallow Niggas stop it, catch it, all up in his jacket I'm not a stingy nigga, I'll let a nigga have it Hate chips that go away, lookin like white coke Sit in the sun long, come back like french toast Hair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is brown Used to frown, now you smile, nigga must have left you now Went from bikes to the car, from the cars to the boat Went from keys to the coke, went from coke to the dope Went from cracks to the raps, went from bats to the gats Went from slums to the stats, been to London and back Me change cuz I rap, I can't do it I went from muggin y'all to payin niggas to do it It's all the same stupid I got cake on cake, cuz I went from pow to pow Wit my family, two R's, Ryde or Die CHORUS
