Young Dro — 100 Yard Dash

[Intro] Young Dro, ya'll already know what it is when I'm on that Xtaci, who this is Grand Hustle? Sunshine, Bola, aye lets do it nigga [Chorus: Young Dro] All we make is cash, straight drop blast Niggas try to jack it, then straight drop dash Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast Chopper make a nigga do a 100 yard dash [Verse 1: Young Dro] Ima Bankhead veteran, got 'em takin' Excedrin (my head hurt) Suckas call me a bitch when they saw me on David Letterman (the fuck?) Ride around severin', off the heads of my brethren Man this gangsta bitch been on pause all ever since (it's a pause), I was young was never sent Now I'm in a yellow Bent, thought the shit was lame, that's why I ain't go and get the yellow tint (young dro) Tell 'em Kent, we ride Phantoms supplyin' efforts Body full of reptile, camels and fine pampers Shine upper, fox fur, submarine box fur Kill a nigga ass sometime they call me clockster Lightskin Mossberg, nothin' black with the chrome rim 26 down is the black back with the chrome front [Chorus: Young Dro] All we make is cash, straight drop blast Niggas try to jack it, then straight drop dash Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast Chopper make a nigga do a 100 yard dash [Verse 2: Young Dro] Brass code astro, big shit mint in the van, dead fresh nigga playin' Polo Castro, give em what they ask fo' (what) Twenty thousand in Saks, stand on the trap top see the damn task force (where you at nigga) Come back in a black Porsche (with who?), me and Bola, it's Xtaci time when the Sunshine, it's over White corner, systems symmetric forces success survey no choice of aggressive My broads work on Giuseppes at night, Marc Jacob in a maple Masserati, I'm rich, nothin' to do, so I'm takin' up karate (waa) And I'm takin' up my body like an NFL quarterback, Michael Vick shit, I know how to bring a quarter back [Chorus: Young Dro] All we make is cash, straight drop blast Niggas try to jack it, then straight drop dash Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast Chopper make a nigga do a 100 yard dash [Verse 3: Xtaci (Bola & Sunshine)] Bitch please, shawty I know you ain't got these Ferragamo's on my face and some Juicy Couture jeans Bitch I'm ballin' with some folks who be lettin' they shoulder lean (shoulder lean) Know them grills gon bling and them banks go ching (listen) Ima queen, five karat ring, see through blouse and my nipples ain't seen Aye look, everybody know that I'm quick to beat a hoe ass (bitch you already know) In a quick flash, make them bitches sick a flow fast Droptop in the other seat, I got plenty cash Always first class, bitch I was made to last We were on rags, still stuntin' with a Coach bag Young fly bitches like to ride when the beat blast [Chorus: Young Dro] All we make is cash, straight drop blast Niggas try to jack it, then straight drop dash Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast Chopper make a nigga do a 100 yard dash