Drag (feat. Roe B)

Drag on 'em Drag Drag on 'em Drag Drag on 'em Drag Drag on 'em Drag Drag on 'em Drag Drag on 'em Drag Drag on 'em Drag Drag on 'em Drag Bitch needed new shoes I bought 'em Creepin' and crawling That old school Impala Got new bitches calling Don't acknowledge Less that bitch pussy gone profit I'll probably Skip the directions Tell that that hoe to follow this pimping Or don't even bother (Drag on her) Mashed the gas, bent the corner Gripping her wheel She can tell that I want her Foot to the floor But she still riding 40, slowly Smoking loud while I'm rolling, posted Pistol close for the locust approaching Put the jackers on notice, I noticed You can ride clean if you would just focus 'Stead of hating the slabs Back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back Do the math Riding over hand, ima let my top back Show a lil chest, wood leather in the rest Peanut butter don't stick Shit match my outfit You pissed, I'm lit On my country nigga shit Trunk filled with equipment With the sonic equivalence Of tectonics' shifting Beating down your block Knocking off pictures Got no choice but to feel this feeling That's a shout out to pimping (Pimp C) Feel like an underground king (OG) Don't touch my whip when I dip (Hands free) Better be here when I leave (Keys please) Hitting them switches I lean In my white tee I'm clean Dripping this paint While I drag through the scene Whipping and gripping this grain Lit as shit, but I'm still in my lane They like Damn your ride look clean Big boy whip look like a rocket Damn your grill look mean Bend them corners speakers knocking Riding on them thangs Candy paint dripping and dropping Tell security don't touch it Better watch it when I park it now Drag on 'em, Drag on 'em Drag on 'em, Drag on 'em Drag on 'em, Drag on 'em Drag on 'em, Drag on 'em (Shawty) Drag on 'em, Drag on 'em Drag on 'em, Drag on 'em Drag on 'em, Drag on 'em Drag on 'em, Drag on 'em (Shawty) You know I gotta drag Out the mud so you know I gotta brag If you hop in the back nigga You betta' know how to act nigga Bet not drop no fuckin' ashes nigga If you riding' better pass it nigga Gotta fake it til' I make it I wanna stunt now I ain't got no patience Still whip the ole' 04' Ford Real live only shit I could afford Four door get a nigga where I'm goin' So I gotta thank the Lord But she still sit on 24's Still got the chrome knobs on the door Two 12's in the back all facts (shit) Need I say more Inside peanut better no jelly Bitch still sits pretty no Ceilly Tints dark so the haters can't see me Bad bitch hang' out the roof ceilings Type of shit to have a hater in they feelings Whole time I'm focused on bigger things Nigga got bigger dreams Tryna find better means Find out exactly what better means Until then we makin' scenes (huh) Til' we flee the scene (huh) I don't care if I'm seen (huh) Real niggas know what I mean! Damn your ride look clean Big boy whip look like a rocket Damn your grill look mean Bend them corners speakers knocking Riding on them thangs Candy paint dripping and dropping Tell security don't touch it Better watch it when I park it now Drag on 'em, Drag on 'em Drag on 'em, Drag on 'em Drag on 'em, Drag on 'em Drag on 'em, Drag on 'em (Shawty) Drag on 'em, Drag on 'em Drag on 'em, Drag on 'em Drag on 'em, Drag on 'em Drag on 'em, Drag on 'em (Shawty)