Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
T.I. made them suckers bring it out now
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Them drums is too cold cut-able man, yeah
Drag to the Dash, I'm in the hood like lo mein
Guess who's back in your buildin’ ya big pimpin
I throw on my jeans tucked and it's out now
It's Drag Dash, bitch, Mr. Backdraft, bitch
I got your chick ready to kiss my ass
Bust a slug like I blub, blap-blap, bitch
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm comin’ through your block, got somethin’ mean
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Came in the game at 16 and changed the game up
My shit been clappin’ since Don did ‘The Soul Train’
Pharrell, know my name, Scotty, know my name
Y'all know who it is
I'ma get it poppin’ like I'm used to
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Came in the game at 16 and changed the game up
Swizz, get 'em, whattup?
But Kanye know my name, Timbo, know my name
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Damn right, I make 'em all say
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
He go by the name of Drag Dash, get 'em man
I hope nobody got offended what I said
Cali like Big said and Big did
I got a special guest for y'all
Bitches know niggaz love the way my flow switch
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Your big disc got Drag Dash on, now come on, look two childrens
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Well, pick it up, hey, pick it up, you don't know me
And if that chucker wanna throw that stack
Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Scratch my trigger finger, make a nigga itch
Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Yep, I got suede in my dash
Bakka-bakka, shots flowin’ here
Oh, oh, oh, oh
We got Needlz on the beat, man
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
Man, it’s engine, engine, number 9
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Kicks, snares, change the beat game
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
You wanna act crazy, I aim for your head
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Damn right, we make 'em cum
The Ruff Ryders start it, now just shout it
Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
That black card make them chicks move fast
I'm at the gun range ‘cause I ain't got no aim
I ain't gotta tell you how I spit propane
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Them haters always say, what the hell does that mean?
Lox album, Eve album
The Drag album comin’ soon too
I go to the club, man, it's no cash
Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go
Damn right, I make 'em all say
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Get at you rappers, spit the stank in your lane
I'm back like when bakin’ soda do cocaine
Damn right, I make 'em all say
You talkin’ crazy, you lose your mind
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
The Ferrari pink, it blings
Me in the scene, I'm makin’ that cream
Damn right, I make 'em all say
