[Verse 1]
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Yo, who want it with us, y'all niggas not fuckin wit us
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Y'all hoppin nimrods, we holdin on up under the truck
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We caked out, we all got cars so when we wake up in the mornin
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We race out, but first blow the place out
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It gets outrageous, to all my thug niggas throw your sets up
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And spit y'all razors
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I hop in to spin out, I'm the Opposite of H2O
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So in the year 2000 the lights woulda never went out
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Plus I rock ice, it drips on my boot, I shake it off
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Cuz I'm fire, so every few seconds, I take it off
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I'm lightweight, I let y'all throw them dumbbells
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I just throw back them dumb dumb shells to make y'all run well
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I shoot dummies, blast backs
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Money gassed up while I'ma open this tank, yo pass me the shank
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I blackout, swipe em like a credit card til I max out
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And that's just to, let y'all know that Drag is back now
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HOOK 2X: Icepick Jay
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Now all my motherfuckin peoples say yeah yeah
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Now all my motherfuckin thugs say yeah yeah
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Now all my motherfuckin ladies say yeah yeah
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Yeah yeah throw your hands in the air, c'mon
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[Verse 2]
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Y'all keep pushin that wack shit out there y'all unable
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Drag's like jumper cables, negative and a positive
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Y'all aint gon feel shit til y'all get alot of this
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I don't care about y'all hatin niggas my moms is part of this
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She looks ???????????????????????????
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Cuz I drop them hits that make y'all chumps don't drop shit
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Drag straps up when he get up in his women
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Put somethin long in the booty have em switchin different
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I snatch niggas wife to show em the light
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Give em dick then I'm hittin the switch
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And while she snorin she don't know I'm gone by the mornin
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Back to the corner, til that blue van come up, my hands is cuffed uhh
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Whose fingers stay numb from rollin up
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Who finger fucks chicks til they throwin up
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Whose fingerprints cops keep showin up
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Cuz who that kid always ride and is throwin truck
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HOOK 2X
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[Verse 3]
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Yo, yo, I just take a strong pull and strike the match on niggas
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I spit lit candles and drop hot wax on niggas
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My middle name Jason
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That means I'm capable of throwin a mass on and axe niggas
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Y'all better ax(ask) niggas
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First name Mel, I mean that's what them checks say
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When they come in the mail, make bank tellers cum on theyself
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Count it fast ma, we all professionals here
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How's it feel knowin I'm walkin outta here
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With what you get in a year
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I'm rude to a bitch, but y'all niggas, get out the street
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Act like you don't see this black jeep, and get some flat feet
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Y'all rock gators, we straight problems
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We rock our Timbs half O's, laces like our dogs got em
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Fuck it, for 2 minutes, let em play wit a new pair
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I got enough spares to flood the block with footwear
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Pockets like a blimp, shit it's been a good year
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Where my ruff ryders, we still in here
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HOOK 4X
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Pop It
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Drag-On |