Click, Click, Clack Lyrics - Singles - Drag On

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 ain't 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 ain't heard that 

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 

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 [unverified] 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 

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 

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 till 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 

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