Young Dro, Young Dro
[Girl:] Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a Jazze Phizzle production Young Drooo
[Chorus: x2]
Are you a killer? What it is
Oh Yeah, What it is
Drug dealer, what it is
Young player, riding`s hard
I just wanna sit up in the air
Get high, I just wanna be up in the air
[Verse:]
I`m in the air (come down)
Ain`t coming down (why?)
Up here dammit (where?)
Ain`t coming down (please)
Bubbilish coat, 26`s in the town
I`m a killer too,
Killing bitches in town
Chevy with the beat down
Make you spin around
I could fishtail
Off Fishdale
Ask the niggas over there
If I`m the shit there
I don`t tolerate
My impala grape
Bring the top out
Bet I discombobulate
I`m a tough nigga
You a fuck nigga
See me in the club all prodded up nigga
I got a semi too
My whole penny do
I got diamonds, earned like Winnie Pooh
Given talapia
And caviar for dinner too
Mafia as a mother fucker
Don`t make me have to get at you
I throw a hundred shots
Plus fifty-two
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
My car actually
Willy wonka factory
Ice look like rasberry
These hoes tryna tackle me
Nigga I`m a killer I suggest you don`t come after me
Bitch I`ll be in Collipark
Plus I`ll on Mcafee
Bankhead faculty
Boy you need to rap with me
Come and talk to me
Before I open up your cavity
Shots come rapidly
I told you not to mess with me
I don`t play with little boys
You trying to Michael Jackson me?
Know a nigga ride in the air fantastically
Till their daddy kill somethin else
I put my rims up
Actually, car flop purple when the sun come
When it get dark that thing
It`ll look Dro won
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Mink coat
Shit polar bear
Hoes over here
Hoes over there
I`m about to take flight
I`m goin in the air
Candy with the gloss
I`m about to lift it off
Can`t you see someone on me you don`t like
And then lick it out
We don`t need to look at a town
We rip em off
My wrist forty
Forget how much tip costs
Buy a hundred k I don`t wanna play
Young Dro rides tall on a summer day
Selling dope, it be junkies where my mama`s day
Bad hoes get treated like runaways
Bitch you need to go home cool out and smoke a blunt today
Go and say how my cutlass look like egg yolk
I keep two with me all in the bed though
My money fed though
It`s Grand Hustle bread boy
We got 28 inches in the air
What you scared for?
[Chorus x2]
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