Young Dro feat. Xtaci 100 Yard Dash 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 *****

All we make is cash, straight drop glass
*****s try to jack it, we'll straight drop ***
Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
Choppa make a ***** do a 100 yard dash

I'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 since

I was young wit medicine, now I'm in the yellow bent
Thought the **** 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 ***** *** on time, they call me clockster
Light skin Mossberg, not the black but the chrome one
26 Davins, the black back with the chrome front

All we make is cash, straight drop glass
*****s try to jack it, we'll straight drop ***
Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
Choppa make a ***** do a 100 yard dash

Aye look, Brasco Astro
Big shipment in advance, dead fresh ***** 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 sunshine's 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 ****, I know how to bring a quarterback

All we make is cash, straight drop glass
*****s try to jack it, we'll straight drop ***
Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
Choppa make a ***** do a hundred yard dash

***** please, shawty I know you ain't got these
Varagomas on my face and some Juicy Gator jeans
***** I'm ballin' wit some pimps who be lettin' they shoulda lean
Know them grills gone bling and them banks go ching

Listen, I'm a queen, five carat ring
See through blouse and my nipples ain't seen
Everybody know that I'm quick to beat a hoe ***
In a quick flash, make them *****es hit the floor fast

Drop top in the other seat, I got plenty cash
Always first class, ***** I was made to last
You a old rag still stuntin' wit a coach bag
Young fly *****es like to ride when the beat blast

All we make is cash, straight drop glass
*****s try to jack it, we'll straight drop ***
Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
Choppa make a ***** do a hundred yard dash

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