Young Dro, Xtaci - 100 Yards lyrics

All we make is cash, Straight drop glass
Nigga try to play me, 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
Them suckas caught headaches when they
Saw me on David Letterman
Ride round severan, off the heads
(bankhead & buckhead) to my bretheren
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 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 lightskin 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
Nigga try to play me, 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 the van
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
(who?) Me and Bola
This Xtaci time, when the sunshines it's over
White cola, systems are metric
Force is sucessive
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
I'm taping up my body
Like the NFL quarterback Michael Vick shit
Tell em to bring a quarter back

All we make is cash, Straight drop glass
Nigga try to play me, 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 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 $chiiing$
Listen, Ima queen, 5 karat 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 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
Wit the beat blast

All we make is cash, Straight drop glass
Niggas try to play me
We'll straight drop ass
Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard daaaash