Call me drag-on lyrics

Artist  : Funk master flex 
Song : Call me drag-on
 
[Funk Flex]
Ah this shit is ugly right here
Be clear baby
Drag-On, Ruff Ryders
Shout out to Uncle Ray
New York City are you fucking ready

[Drag-On]
We gon smoke trees like they legalized it
Here's a pipe, quick
Pinch a inch you'll die quick
See 'em
As long as its Funkmaster Flex
We dont care if we flunk or pass the test
The pump will take a chunk out ya chest
Or rip out ya vest
Which blood clot to test
Read my basketball files
They say I call my nine my tech-nical fouls
Clubs hand check us now
Chicks hand fuck us now
Thats why niggas like fuck us now
I tell a nigga its not likely that my four is
missing
So just lay down and audition
For ya mortition
Make you give that cash up
I'll get all twenty of X dogs to get up at ya
Trust me them pits catch
Make you spit ketchup
Extra
Layin right next to
Somebodies doorstep messed up
Chest up
Before this shit I was a rapper
Cuz while my face was masked up
Yall niggas was wrapped up
Act up

[HOOK]
D-R-A-G dash O-N
Call me Drag-On I'm hot scorchin
 
Repeat 4x
(Who Dat, Who Dat, How we ride)

[Drag-On]
You can see the tears in the eyes of men die
You can see them fuck with fire all the men fry
Ain't that right Flex, go head dawg show 'em off
Show 'em how them twenties look washed and Armor
Alled
I give dicks
To chicks
That make them give they mom a call
I always stand tall
Like my brain was in my balls
Look, what the blood clot
Love the chicks that ???
Wanna see me on they period can't be seriously
The last nigga that asked me my name I gave him a
blunt
And told him Drag on and pass it on
I'm 140
So I wear my gun sporty
Switch em like spare tims
And never wear them again
We killing bodies boy
We make him a ??? from a dred naughty boy
You dont run around wit the shotty boy
It's not a cause
Let me see, when they coming who can stop a Ruff
Ryder
In the BX pumpin' a lot of noise

[Funk Flex]
Blounce shout DJ Twin, Rockwilder
Shut ya fucking face
Yall aint got it the way I fucking got it