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Drag On F/ P Killer Trackz Miscellaneous Click, Click, Clack [Verse 1] Yo you never heard Drag release shit on wax Cuz this kid do more than crack backs and pump crack I'm young but I've been stop playin with crayons I'ma be around for eons put niggas where the bums pee on This aint basketball three on three It's one ready to leave and the other fifteen comin rapidly They still couldn't find a book of matches to match me Buildings is still burnin down still couldn't catch me I'm real flashy, I cop the Benz and crash it on the same day And be back on the subway Y'all act like bitches what y'all thought the 4-4 play? I don't even know my father heard he did time on a broadway You might be him, so get the fuck out the hallway Drag hate a sometime nigga I bring it always Cuz I'm as hot as the gun niggas pop from roofs Where the birds at now, act like you aint heard that HOOK: P Killer Trackz Ride, ride, and gimme your gat so I can air out the place Click, click, clack Die, die, tilt ya back and the last thing you heard was Click, click, clack Drag, drag, gimme a stack I put the cannon in your face Click, click, clack On, on, hot as a match you wanna a fire left the barrel that was Click, click, clack [Verse 2] Ayo niggas think they real well I'ma pop em with two He got balls, well I'ma tell his moms he died playin pool Cuz he was in too deep, so I cracked him over the table like G.O.D. Dumped his body ASAP Who the only nigga who that could come through with a Benz two door But look like a Ford and pull off at your whore Leave a nigga huntin for the draws, wantin to score It's so he can't play ???? I throw hundreds out the door Bet you be the first to pick it up for sure Cuz I'ma nigga that take from the poor and give to the poor Now you never heard that shit before I probably send your kids to job corps So what the fuck you got a ride for And pump crack, I just bag the bitch up your block you know I be back And I promise I'll throw y'all more stacks Cuz Drag never run low on raps, never run low on cash But I put a nigga below fast HOOK [Verse 3] And dirty bitches I'm tired of grabbin long hair Fuckin y'all from the rear, I'ma stop fuckin all year Until y'all buy me a spare, I never seen the dun here But if they invent it, I wanna put a thousand in it Never could be a faggot, but if me and you locked for 30 years In the same pit, guess who gon be the bitch You guessed it, now shut the fuck up and respect it in here Clean my necklace, I do anything when a man is holdin I pop a hole through me just to put a hole through him And put a hole through my shoulder, straight to his throat And make him choke up, blood all over, leave him by his Rover I tie 20 niggas up and have enough rope Won't stop tying til I get the leftover coke Cuz I circle your block like the cops The only thing that I'ma do that they not is fire illegal shots HOOK |
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