Gucci Mane - Draggin' lyrics

[Intro] Make this sh** n***a just spaz out, fly Burr! OK. CEO Gucci checking in Time to go hard or go home [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Riding round the city in a two-seater Got enough ice on for two people Kush, near my two liter No shirt on just a wife-beater Quicker on the draw than an art teacher Talking out loud like proud preachers Pistol in my arm-reacher King-sized swisher with some nice reefer Hood are a-smashing the white people Me on your track, that's a nice feature Tats on my face like nine needles Scratch like a n***a got nine heaters No national, the Grand National b**hes s**ing me like Dracula Flipping these hoes like spatulas Coming down the hill, it's spectacular Control the rock and unload the crop And get it out soon as you hit the loading dock Barbershop, cause of the shady boss b**h I'm back so good you couldn't tell or not You can smell the knot, you can tell I'm hot Snitching-a** n***as running to the feds a lot Pardon, man, cause the hoes give head a lot But if a n***a find out, he getting read about [Hook] My dogs be dragging them hoes My dogs be dragging them hoes My dogs be dragging them hoes My dogs be dragging them hoes My dogs be dragging them hoes My dogs be dragging them hoes My dogs be dragging them hoes My dogs be dragging them hoes [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] n***as on the outside, looking. They trying to peep in Me I'm on the inside, cooking or trying to sleep in Kitchen full of raw a** chickens, like it was Church's Hood full of clown-a** n***as, this sh**'s a circus Who thinking Macs not hot? I be the leader Park my sh** in front of the school like I'm the teacher Trying make this dope get hard, that's an erection Only thing a n***a need now is a connection West on the mean "You Gucci? I'm cooking fishes." "Pounds in the trashbag. Gucci, go do the dishes." Money on my mind, that summer job sh** was petty I'm thinking this summer what color I'll paint the Chevy [Hook]