Drag-on - Pop It lyrics

Yo, who want it with us? Y'all n***as not f**in' wit' us Y'all hoppin' nimrods; We holdin' on up under the truck We caked out; we all got cars so when we wake up in the mornin' We race out; but first blow the place out It gets outrageous; to all my thug n***as, throw your sets up And spit y'all razors I hop in to spin out; I'm the opposite of H2O So in the year two thousand, the lights would a never went out Plus I rock ice, it drips on my boot; I shake it off 'Cause I'm fire, so every few seconds I take it off I'm lightweight; I let y'all throw them dumbbells I just throw back them dumb dumb shells to make y'all run well I shoot dummies, blast backs Money ga**ed up while I'm a open this tank Yo, pa** me the shank I blackout, swipe 'em like a credit card till I max out And that's just to let y'all know that Drag is back now [Chorus: x2] Now all my motherf**in' peoples say yeah, yeah Now all my motherf**in' thugs say yeah, yeah Now all my motherf**in' ladies say yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, throw your hands in the air, c'mon Y'all keep pushin' that whack sh** out there; y'all unable Drag's like jumper cables, negative and a positive Y'all ain't gon' feel sh** till y'all get a lot of this I don't care about y'all hatin' n***as; my moms is part of this She looks at herself and says I got all this 'Cause I drop them hits that make y'all chumps don't drop sh** Drag straps up when he get up in his women Put somethin' long in the booty have 'em switchin' different I snatch n***as wife to show 'em the light Give 'em dick, then I'm hittin' the switch And while she snorin', she don't know I'm gone by the mornin' Back to the corner till that blue van come up; my hands is cuffed, uh Whose fingers stay numb from rollin' up Who finger f**s chicks till they throwin' up Whose fingerprints cops keep showin' up 'Cause who that kid always ride and is throwin' truck [Chorus x 2] Yo, yo, I just take a strong pull and strike the match on n***as I spit lit candles and drop hot wax on n***as My middle name Jason That means I'm capable of throwin' a ma** on and axe n***as Y'all better ask n***as First name: Mel I mean that's what them checks say When they come in the mail, make bank tellers cum on they self Count it fast, ma; we all professionals here How's it feel knowin' I'm walkin' outta here With what you get in a year? I'm rude to a b**h, but y'all n***as get out the street Act like you don't see this black jeep, and get some flat feet Y'all rock gators; we straight problems We rock our Timbs half O's, laces like our dogs got 'em f** it, for two minutes, let 'em play wit' a new pair I got enough spares to flood the block with footwear Pockets like a blimp; sh**, it's been a good year Where my Ruff Ryders? We still in here [Chorus x 4]