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