Young Dro

Young Dro - 100 Yard Dash lyrics

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Young dro! Yall already know what it is when im on that Ecstacy! Who dis is? Grand Hustle?

Aye lets do it nigga!

All 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 daaaash

Ima bankhead veteran

Got em takin eccederin

Suckas caught headaches when they saw me on David Letterman

Ride round severan, off the heads(bankhead & buckhead) to my brotheren

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 aint 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

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 daaaash

Aye 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 force

Come back in a black porche, Me and Bola

This Xtaci time, when the sunshines its over

White cola, systems are metric, force sucessive

Aint 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 quarterback

All 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 daaaash

Bitch please, Shawty I know u aint 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 carat ring

See through blouse and my nipples aint 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 when the beat blast

All 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 daaaash

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