Here We Go Drag-On (Ft. Eve)

[Intro]
Uhh, yeah, uhh
Drag-On, E-V-E
Bronx style Q, uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh
Yeah, what, yeah, yo , yo

[Verse 1: Drag-On]
I'ma pop them guns, hit them niggas up
Switch that buggy Drag, get that bigger truck
Watch Drag split a nigga like he split his dutch
And if y'all love him much let me see y'all dig him up
Cop that Benz then dip them rims
Wait till money leave then tell her hop right in
See the buggy no tense see something
Beats thumping pump stuff in the trunk and
If worse come to worse I'm gone and for good
So first things first get my moms out the hood
Front when you see the face, and you see me everyday
That's okay Drag brought too many bullets anyway
Look y'all the Sunday, that means its football
While when I picked the gunplay, y'all niggas picked the runnin play
All you do is run in late, double R last long
E to the V E with the Drag to the dash On

[Chorus: P Killer Trackz]
Here we go, doin our thing again
Climbin them charts again
Stoppin your flow... (y'all niggas isn't makin no money)