Draggin' - Gucci Mane

Make this shit nigga just spaz out, fly

Burr!

OK. CEO Gucci checking in

Time to go hard or go home

Riding round the city in a two-seater

Got enough ice on for two people

Kush, near my two liter

No shirt on just a wife-beater

Quicker on the draw than an art teacher

Talking out loud like proud preachers

Pistol in my arm-reacher

King-sized swisher with some nice reefer

Hood are a-smashing the white people

Me on your track, that’s a nice feature

Tats on my face like nine needles

Scratch like a nigga got nine heaters

No national, the Grand National

Bitches sucking me like Dracula

Flipping these hoes like spatulas

Coming down the hill, it’s spectacular

Control the rock and unload the crop

And get it out soon as you hit the loading dock

Barbershop, cause of the shady boss

Bitch I’m back so good you couldn’t tell or not

You can smell the knot, you can tell I’m hot

Snitching-ass niggas running to the feds a lot

Pardon, man, cause the hoes give head a lot

But if a nigga find out, he getting read about

My dogs be dragging them hoes

My dogs be dragging them hoes

My dogs be dragging them hoes

My dogs be dragging them hoes

My dogs be dragging them hoes

My dogs be dragging them hoes

My dogs be dragging them hoes

My dogs be dragging them hoes

Niggas on the outside, looking. They trying to peep in

Me I’m on the inside, cooking or trying to sleep in

Kitchen full of raw ass chickens, like it was Church’s

Hood full of clown-ass niggas, this shit’s a circus

Who thinking Macs not hot? I be the leader

Park my shit in front of the school like I’m the teacher

Trying make this dope get hard, that’s an erection

Only thing a nigga need now is a connection

West on the mean «You Gucci? I’m cooking fishes.»

«Pounds in the trashbag. Gucci, go do the dishes.»

Money on my mind, that summer job shit was petty

I’m thinking this summer what color I’ll paint the Chevy