Young Dro - 100 Yard Dash Lyrics

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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 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 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 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

Light skin Mossberg not the black but the chrome one

26 Davins the black back with the chrome front

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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 dash

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 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 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 dash

Bitch please shawty I know you 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 ching

Listen I'm a queen 5 carat 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 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 dash

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