Lyrics 100 Yard Dash (feat. Xtaci) - Young Dro & Xtaci
Young
dro!
yall
already
know
what
it
is
when
Im
on
that
ecstacy!
who
dis
is?
grand
hustle?
Aye
lets
do
it
nigga!
(Hook:)
All
we
make
is
cash,
straight
drop
glass
Niggas
try
to
jack
it,
we'll
straight
drop
ass
Trunk
on
blast
and
our
cars
go
fast
Choppa
make
a
nigga
do
a
100
yard
daaaash
Ima
bankhead
veteran
Got
em
takin
eccederin
Suckas
caught
headaches
when
they
saw
me
on
david
letterman
Ride
round
severan,
off
the
heads(bankhead
& buckhead)
to
my
brotheren
Man
this
gangsta
picture
been
on
paul
wall
ever
since
I
was
young
wit
medicine
Now
im
in
the
yellow
bent
Thought
the
shit
was
lame,
das
why
i
aint
go
and
get
the
yellow
tint
Tell
em
kent
We
ride
phantoms
supplyin
anthems
Body
full
of
reptile
camo's
and
fine
pampers
Shine
amper,
fox
fur
Submarine
boxster
Kill
a
nigga
ass
on
time,
they
call
me
clockster
Lightskin
mossberg,
not
the
black
but
the
chrome
one
26
davins,
the
black
back
with
the
chrome
front
(Hook:)
All
we
make
is
cash,
straight
drop
glass
Niggas
try
to
jack
it,
we'll
straight
drop
ass
Trunk
on
blast
and
our
cars
go
fast
Choppa
make
a
nigga
do
a
100
yard
daaaash
Aye
look,
brasco
astro
Big
shipment
in
advance,
dead
fresh
nigga
plaid
put
on
castro
Give
em
what
they
ask
for,
20
thousand
in
sacks
Stand
on
the
trap
till
i
see
the
damn
task
force
Come
back
in
a
black
porche,
me
and
bola
This
xtaci
time,
when
the
sunshines
its
over
White
cola,
systems
are
metric,
force
sucessive
Aint
no
choice,
i'm
aggressive
My
brauds
walk
on
giseptics
and
nati
Mark
jacobs
in
the
maple
marzarati
I'm
rich,
nothin
to
do,
so
i'm
taking
up
karate
And
i'm
taping
up
my
body
like
the
nfl
quarterback
Michael
vick
shit,
i
know
how
to
bring
a
quarterback
(Hook:)
All
we
make
is
cash,
straight
drop
glass
Niggas
try
to
jack
it,
we'll
straight
drop
ass
Trunk
on
blast
and
our
cars
go
fast
Choppa
make
a
nigga
do
a
100
yard
daaaash
Bitch
please,
shawty
i
know
u
aint
got
these
Varagomas
on
my
face
and
some
juicy
gatore
jeans
Bitch
i'm
ballin
wit
some
pimps
who
be
lettin
they
shoulda
lean
Know
them
grills
gone
bling
And
them
banks
go
$chiiing$
Listen,
ima
queen,
5 carat
ring
See
through
blouse
and
my
nipples
aint
seen
Everybody
know
that
i'm
quick
to
beat
a
hoe
ass
In
a
quick
flash,
make
them
bitches
hit
the
floor
fast
Drop
top,
in
the
other
seat,
i
got
plenty
cash
Always
first
class,
bitch
i
was
made
to
last
You
a
old
rag
still
stuntin
wit
a
coach
bag
Young
fly
bitches
like
to
ride
when
the
beat
blast
(Hook:)
All
we
make
is
cash,
straight
drop
glass
Niggas
try
to
jack
it,
we'll
straight
drop
ass
Trunk
on
blast
and
our
cars
go
fast
Choppa
make
a
nigga
do
a
100
yard
daaaash
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