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Вершы: Drag On. Get It Right.

Def myself man, fuck that

Drag-On, niggas act on
Messin? with the team, it?s gon be a sad song
X will bring the day and the night
?Cause we get it right, hit it right, get it right, spit it right

Moves is made, niggas is paid, that's just how it is
When my time is up I'ma be out but I'ma try to live
I'm eatin? day by day, ain?t nothin? sweet about it
Act like you don't know what I'm sayin? then you read about it

Built for war like a armadillo
Smother yo' ass with too good a pillow
Hear my shit is brillo
Manic depressive and my head hurts

Since there?s a dead thirst I'll wet first
Now wait a minute it gets worse
I can't control what I own inside
So I take it out on the soul of that kid that died

Spit fire, cross niggas like barbecues
Mobbin? crews, strippin? niggas, robbin?crews
And put him speechless, when I made him eat this
Hollow tip and you can follow grip

You be like Kim and ain?t gon? swallow shit
Don't know the half, couldn't know the math
To understand the wrath of a man split in half
But he got what he wanted, shot for three hundred

Shit is tight and a nigga that's right gots to run it
Ain?t no question, that's how I get down
Niggas know gimme yo' dough and yo' hoe, and here take these fo'
Hot things I got things that make niggas spin

Put niggas in the wind, where you never see niggas again
Bless a nigga with fifties the thin types
And a straight blast that'll put pinstripes across your windpipe

Drag-On, niggas act on
Messin? with the team, it?s gon be a sad song
X will bring the day and the night
?Cause we get it right, hit it right, get it right, spit it right

Drag-On, niggas act on
Messin? with the team, it?s gon be a sad song
X will bring the day and the night
?Cause we get it right, hit it right, get it right, spit it right

Drag opposite water more than a spot order
My flows cause fire then bring holes
Takes more than a pump to out this little punk
'less that pump is a twelve, and I get popped, still I burn to hell

Call the police and whatever they don't seize
And put in they mouth, and catch freeze, tell ?em throw Drag some keys
Don't care how many oyeas I gotta make believe
If you nervous, you don't deserve it poppi please

Cats stealin? gats y'all probably will get hit
Well I'm the future let's see y'all copy this, stopping this
Since a tiny kid like, ?Mommy buy me this?
Since she always told me no, started stealin? on some grimy shit

Like look at that, now look at that slide it in my book bag
I'm who, parents point they fingers at, ?Get from that hoodrat?
And put it back, fuck tough, while y'all cook crack
I'm cocaine, throw me in the pot, I rise to the top

With your 5.0, go 'head, look ma, I got four more pegs
Stil put them holes in yo' head, til? it's mushy like dough bread
?Cause that vest only protects that chest
And if I decide to get ice, don't get to fascinated

Or it's my bullet, your brain, mashed potatoes
Double R got me comin? hard on you haters
?Cause we the streets black and y'all belong beneath that

Drag-On, niggas act on
Messin? with the team, it?s gon be a sad song
X will bring the day and the night
?Cause we get it right, hit it right, get it right, spit it right

Drag-On, niggas act on
Messin? with the team, it?s gon be a sad song
X will bring the day and the night
?Cause we get it right, hit it right, get it right, spit it right