100 Yard Dash (Featuring Xtaci)

Young Dro

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Young dro 
Y'all already know what it is when I'm on that Ecstasy 
Who dis is? Grand Hustle? Aye let's do it niggaAll 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 dashI'ma bank head veteran, got 'em takin' eccederin 
Suckas caught headaches when they saw me on David Letterman 
Ride 'round sever an' off the heads to my brother en 
Man, this gangsta picture been on Paul Wall ever sinceI was young wit medicine, now I'm in the yellow bent 
Thought the shit was lame, Das, why I ain't 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 
Light skin Mossberg, not the black but the chrome one 
26 Davins, the black back with the chrome frontAll 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 dashAye 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 forceCome back in a black porche, me and Bola 
This Xtaci time, when the sunshines it's over 
White cola, systems are metric, force successive 
Ain't 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 quarterbackAll 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 dashBitch please, shawty I know you ain't 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 chingListen, I'm a queen, 5 carat ring 
See through blouse and my nipples ain't seen 
Everybody know that I'm quick to beat a hoe ass 
In a quick flash, make them bitches hit the floor fastDrop 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 blastAll 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 dash 
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.

100 Yard Dash (Featuring Xtaci) - Young Dro Lyrics

Young dro
Y'all already know what it is when I'm on that Ecstasy
Who dis is? Grand Hustle? Aye let's do it niggaAll 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 dashI'ma bank head veteran, got 'em takin' eccederin
Suckas caught headaches when they saw me on David Letterman
Ride 'round sever an' off the heads to my brother en
Man, this gangsta picture been on Paul Wall ever sinceI was young wit medicine, now I'm in the yellow bent
Thought the shit was lame, Das, why I ain't 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
Light skin Mossberg, not the black but the chrome one
26 Davins, the black back with the chrome frontAll 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 dashAye 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 forceCome back in a black porche, me and Bola
This Xtaci time, when the sunshines it's over
White cola, systems are metric, force successive
Ain't 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 quarterbackAll 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 dashBitch please, shawty I know you ain't 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 chingListen, I'm a queen, 5 carat ring
See through blouse and my nipples ain't seen
Everybody know that I'm quick to beat a hoe ass
In a quick flash, make them bitches hit the floor fastDrop 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 blastAll 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 dash
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.

100 Yard Dash (Featuring Xtaci) lyrics !!!