Drag On

Click, Click, Clack (Feat. Killer Trackz)

Drag On


[Verse 1] 
Yo you never heard Drag release shit on wax 
Cuz this kid do more than crack backs and pump crack 
I'm young but I've been stop playin with crayons 
I'ma be around for eons put niggas where the bums pee on 
This aint basketball three on three 
It's one ready to leave and the other fifteen comin rapidly 
They still couldn't find a book of matches to match me 
Buildings is still burnin down still couldn't catch me 
I'm real flashy, I cop the Benz and crash it on the same day 
And be back on the subway 
Y'all act like bitches what y'all thought the 4-4 play? 
I don't even know my father heard he did time on a broadway 
You might be him, so get the fuck out the hallway 
Drag hate a sometime nigga I bring it always 
Cuz I'm as hot as the gun niggas pop from roofs 
Where the birds at now, act like you aint heard that 

HOOK: P Killer Trackz 
Ride, ride, and gimme your gat so I can air out the place 
Click, click, clack 
Die, die, tilt ya back and the last thing you heard was 
Click, click, clack 
Drag, drag, gimme a stack I put the cannon in your face 
Click, click, clack 
On, on, hot as a match you wanna a fire left the barrel that was 
Click, click, clack 

[Verse 2] 
Ayo niggas think they real well I'ma pop em with two 
He got balls, well I'ma tell his moms he died playin pool 
Cuz he was in too deep, so I cracked him over the table like G.O.D. 
Dumped his body ASAP 
Who the only nigga who that could come through with a Benz two door 
But look like a Ford and pull off at your whore 
Leave a nigga huntin for the draws, wantin to score 
It's so he can't play ???? I throw hundreds out the door 
Bet you be the first to pick it up for sure 
Cuz I'ma nigga that take from the poor and give to the poor 
Now you never heard that shit before 
I probably send your kids to job corps 
So what the fuck you got a ride for 
And pump crack, I just bag the bitch up your block you know I be back 
And I promise I'll throw y'all more stacks 
Cuz Drag never run low on raps, never run low on cash 
But I put a nigga below fast 

HOOK 

[Verse 3] 
And dirty bitches I'm tired of grabbin long hair 
Fuckin y'all from the rear, I'ma stop fuckin all year 
Until y'all buy me a spare, I never seen the dun here 
But if they invent it, I wanna put a thousand in it 
Never could be a faggot, but if me and you locked for 30 years 
In the same pit, guess who gon be the bitch 
You guessed it, now shut the fuck up and respect it in here 
Clean my necklace, I do anything when a man is holdin 
I pop a hole through me just to put a hole through him 
And put a hole through my shoulder, straight to his throat 
And make him choke up, blood all over, leave him by his Rover 
I tie 20 niggas up and have enough rope 
Won't stop tying til I get the leftover coke 
Cuz I circle your block like the cops 
The only thing that I'ma do that they not is fire illegal shots 

HOOK