Young Dro, Xtaci - 100 Yard Dash lyrics

Young Dro
Ya'll already know what it is when I'm on
That Xtaci, who this is
Grand Hustle? Sunshine, Bola
Aye lets do it nigga

All we make is cash, straight drop blast
Niggas try to jack it
Then straight drop dash
Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast
Chopper make a nigga do a 100 yard dash

Ima Bankhead veteran, got 'em takin' Excedrin
(my head hurt)
Suckas call me a bitch when they
Saw me on David Letterman (the fuck?)
Ride around severin'
Off the heads of my brethren
Man this gangsta bitch been on
Pause all ever since
(it's a pause) , I was young was never sent
Now I'm in a yellow Bent
Thought the shit was lame
That's why I ain't go and get the yellow tint
(young dro) tell 'em Kent
We ride Phantoms supplyin' efforts
Body full of reptile, camels and fine pampers
Shine upper, fox fur, submarine box fur
Kill a nigga ass sometime
They call me clockster lightskin Mossberg
Nothin' black with the chrome rim
26 down is the black back
With the chrome front

All we make is cash, straight drop blast
Niggas try to jack it
Then straight drop dash
Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast
Chopper make a nigga do a 100 yard dash

Brass code astro, big shit mint in the
Van, dead fresh nigga playin' Polo Castro
Give em what they ask fo' (what)
Twenty thousand in Saks
Stand on the trap top see the damn task force
(where you at nigga)
Come back in a black Porsche
(with who?) , me and Bola, it's
Xtaci time when the Sunshine, it's over
White corner
Systems symmetric forces success survey
No choice of aggressive
My broads work on Giuseppes at night
Marc Jacob in
A maple Masserati, I'm rich, nothin' to do
So I'm takin' up karate (waa)
And I'm takin' up my body like
An NFL quarterback, Michael Vick shit
I know how to bring a quarter back

All we make is cash, straight drop blast
Niggas try to jack it
Then straight drop dash
Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast
Chopper make a nigga do a 100 yard dash

Bitch please
Shawty I know you ain't got these
Ferragamo's on my face and
Some Juicy Couture jeans
Bitch I'm ballin' with some folks who
Be lettin' they shoulder lean
(shoulder lean)
Know them grills gon bling and
Them banks go ching (listen)
Ima queen, five karat ring
See through blouse and my nipples ain't seen
Aye look, everybody know that I'm quick to
Beat a hoe ass (bitch you already know)
In a quick flash
Make them bitches sick a flow fast
Droptop in the other seat, I got plenty cash
Always first class, bitch I was made to last
We were on rags
Still stuntin' with a Coach bag
Young fly bitches like to ride
When the beat blast

All we make is cash, straight drop blast
Niggas try to jack it
Then straight drop dash
Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast
Chopper make a nigga do a 100 yard dash