[Funk Flex]
Ah this sh** is ugly right here
Be clear baby! Drag-On, Ruff Ryders
Shout out to Uncle Ray
New York City are you f**in ready?!! [Drag-On]
We gon smoke trees like them legalize it
Here's a pipe quick, pinch a inch or die quick
Seen Long as it's Funkmaster Flex
Me don't care if me flunk or pa** the test
The pump will take a chunk out ya chest
Or rip out ya vest, which blood clot fi test
Read my basketball files
They say I call my nine my tech-nical fouls
Clubs hand check us now
Chicks hand f** us now
That's why n***as like f** us now
I tell a n***a it's not likely that my four is missin
So just lay down and audition for your mortician
Make you give that cash up
I'll get all twenty of X dogs to get up at ya
Trust me them pits'll catch ya
Make you spit up ketchup, extra
Layin right next to
Somebody doorstep messed up, chest up
Before this sh** I was a rapper
'cause while my face was masked up
why'all n***as was wrapped up, act up! [HOOK]
D-are-A-G dash O-N
Call me Drag-On I'm hot scorchin {*both lines 4X*} (Who Dat, Who Dat, How we ride)
[Drag-On]
You can see the tears in the eyes of men die
You can see them f** with fire all the men fry
Seen Ain't that right Flex, go head dawg show 'em off
Show 'em how them twenties look washed and Armor Alled
I give dicks to chicks that make them give they mom a call
Cause I always stand tall like my brain was in my balls
Look, what the blood clot, love the chicks that
want to see me on they period can't be seriously
The last n***a that asked me my name I gave him a blunt
And told him Drag-On and pa** it on
I'm 140 so I wear my gun sporty-a