Twisted Heat Drag-On (Ft. Twista)

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]

Aowwwwwwwww!

We know y'all can drink 'til you throw up

We know y'all sittin' on 20's

We know y'all reppin' ya hood

But how many y'all KILL?!!!

[Verse 1: Twista]

Bounce that ass, load them cribs

Let me see the mob a' niggas that love to talk shit

Probably motherfuckers that be scummy and'll go for the money

But need a ride when they roll to the lick

Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks

The real gun runner, never run when he bust

Henny in her, mob's in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt

Sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts

Hoes with ass and no gut, lemme see you jiggle it from SIDE TO SIDE

Niggas, if it's static, then pass me the strap, gonna RIDE TO MY RIDE

All the hoes that'll freak niggas with the 'fedi, let's get buck up in the club

And all my soldiers, FALL OUT, gangstas, MOB UP

All the homies on the block, ante up on the fin

And let's go get us a sack

Serve til we got a custom 'Llac, hustlin' packs

'til a nigga bust, then we bustin' back

Guys that'll roll them dice and win

Girls with the 'fits that show the skin

Real niggas, mind yo' best friend at the pen

Real hoes, let your best friend know about men

'Cause I be squeezin' ass and make a full glass disappear like a genie

Move to The Lox and Beanie

While them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie

It's like no nigga in the world could see me, when I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On

Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes

If you want herb, we got bombs