Drag-on - Down Bottom lyrics

Ha, ha, ha Oh, damn Now bop to this Oh Yeah Ya'll know what this is Flame on Juvenile Drag-on Flame on And now Swizz, Swizz Beatz yeah Me and my n***as done licked shots Even done hit cops Bet ya'll n***as can't wait till my sh** drop Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop n***a you don't want my paper drop Cause that means I'm empty And your full of it Check what the bullet did Missiles gonna hit you get you Rip through tissue Should have never rhymed this cause I miss you I make plus cash Ya'll little n***as can't f** wit Drag Got the chain out So it's bust and grab n***a f** that You better bust back 'Fore ya n***a ask back where the vest at Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash Spit like a fire but you can't touch black All you can do is cuss back And read back how you bust gats n***a we don't need that I don't care about your feed back Ya'll n***as don't feed Drag Tell a motherf**er pull out Bust a bullet out In ya safe house n***a where the keys at n***a where the stash at n***a where the weed at n***a pa** that 'fore I pull my trigger Mater fact where the a** at Cause I got the Ruff Ryders And I ain't talkin bout my n***as n***a we can go hoe for hoe Toe to toe Blow for blow And when you fell your nose crack That mean I broke that I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know You can't handle it You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles And who that n***a Ruff Rydin' Drag-on Ya'll n***as and south siders [Chorus] Do ya'll n***as bust ya'll guns Hell yeah we bust our guns Do you f** them 'till they cum Damn right we make them cum It's for the north Head South, Head East, Head West Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll n***as who rides the best In the late night We be co*kin' high givin' you stage fright Yo' head might explode When I bust with the lead pipe And I say right Juvenile hey tight Stay hype Now page mike and make sure he got all the yeah aight I'm tired of n***as be thinkin' that you usein' me Runnin' with them petty a** n***as lookin' like fools to me I'm workin' wit some change ha And ain't afraid to put fifty up on ya brain ha You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same ha Look I'ma have some body sayin' that's the shame game But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names ha Playin' with the number one son don't play no games ha Come outside don't see nothin' but camouflage and bricks Yo' get some boys strapped with (ban)danas tryin' knock off yo' sh** Ya stankin' b**h I Ruff Ryde your a** then Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin nothin' Ha, Ha, Ha that sh** is funny [Chorus:Repeat x2] When my n***as get knocked we gonna bail them out When it come to my gun my shells is out You better get the message cause I done mailed it out I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out East west the right This for my n***as up north My guns made in China so you better dust off Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup I always got cheddar I never a** bet ya' And I won't even sweat ya' We roll much larger and better My dough is never low But if Drag is down on his last I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta Make a n***a feel heat in cold weather Can't stand a n***a hype Throw me his b**h b**h come to my sh** You betta come get her Be like a dog with a bone I run with her Ya'll make me so tired Ya'll n***as still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire Ya'll ain't got ya'll boots Ain't got ya'll suits probably got a gun that ain't never shoot When they come you better hope they don't name you Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you Don't try to be me cause I ain't you 'Fore I have your spirits with the angels My shorty keep a gun on the ankles Wanna f** watch out she will bang you Cause I taught her well Ya'll players better haul to hell But you n***as couldn't borrow a belt Who evers wit you is gonna jail Is you n***as bustin' guns or you ain't bustin' none ha You want to f** 'em till they cum ha Drag-on Juvenile double up what you want ha [Chorus:Repeat x4]