Текст песни Go Mode - Drag-On

A'ight you ready?
All right, come on, all right, on your mark, get set, go
Drag to the motherfuckin' dance, still be feelin' all my pain
When I'm dippin' in my lane, man, these niggas, they be lame

Why these niggas change to fan? Gotta be switchin' up the gang
And I'm movin' with the gang (gang)
Why don't everybody sound the same? Same
They be thinkin' that they in my way, but they not
Cook, coke, spit crack up in they face (ayy)
Trust me, they gon' get up out my way when I drop (wah)
Niggas want smoke, mix it with the loud
Now everybody gon' choke (whoa)

I don't give a fuck like if your friend all fucked
Nigga, if you blow, how many friends gon' go?
Maybe one, maybe two, maybe three if so
Oh, came back with a new glow
Woah, haters they don't really think so
So? Can a motherfucker fuck with the flow?
Come on, pull up in that new truck (yeah)
Everybody acting like they knew us (yeah)

Niggas say he wanna rob, who? Us?
Here, dude, better give you new cuz
Lil' homie wanna be Frank Lucas (yup)
Tell a homie don't be foolish (yup)
That'll never happen 2020
Y'all niggas ain't that ruthless
Y'all niggas worse than q tips
Get the fuck out my ear, get the fuck up outta here

Pulled up in your studio, ain't nobody there
At your funeral, they ain't have enough chairs
Yeah, I don't play by the rules, y'all obey by the rules
Still got your babe by the pool
Ooh, and yeah, I gotta stutter
But I don't gotta stutter when I step, I don't fake no moves, lil nigga

Yeah, nigga
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Huh?
All right, hold on, little nigga
Let me get my breath
All right, come on, go!

Niggas wanna play the monkey chicken
I'ma show 'em my banana clip, peeling, I ain't tripping on these niggas
I don't got no love, I don't got no trust
I don't give a fuck, nigga
I'm a little different from you niggas
I'ma make y'all listen
Man, these motherfucking radios still playing well, no snitches, what happened to the stitches?
Man, I thought niggas get that if a nigga tell a nigga business
Pull up on these bitches

Countin' these riches (whoo)
New coupe 'bout to switch it (yeah)
All 'cause I want somethin' different (yeah)
Just bought a boat nigga fishin' (whoo)
Switchin' up my whole position (whoo)
Niggas tryna slow down the mission (huh)
But I came back with the visions (huh)
Bet that homie never left the kitchen (yeah)

Cooked coke, same pot, put the grits in (yeah)
Made the football, I'm blitzin' (yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, they glistenin' (huh)
And the homies still do the dishes (whoo)
Came back with a new vision (whoo)
Wrap up, put a violent with a ribbon
That thing nigga firin', nigga hittin'
Got real fuck a five man nigga missing

Y'all inspire me something I'm missing
Y'all niggas ain't got a pot to piss in
These niggas broke let the chopper fix 'em
Put 'em out of gear but they in pieces
Beastin' since my release, Smith
My boys in blues every region
Your boys in blues every precinct, let's go