100 Yard Dash lyrics

[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 n*gga

[Chorus: Young Dro]
All we make is cash, straight drop blast
n*ggas try to jack it, then straight drop dash
Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast
Chopper make a n*gga do a 100 yard dash

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Ima Bankhead veteran, got 'em takin' Excedrin (my head hurt)
Suckas call me a b*tch when they saw me on David Letterman (the f*ck?)
Ride around severin', off the heads of my brethren
Man this gangsta b*tch 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 sh*t 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 n*gga 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
n*ggas try to jack it, then straight drop dash
Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast
Chopper make a n*gga do a 100 yard dash
[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Brass code astro, big sh*t mint in the van, dead fresh n*gga 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 n*gga)
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 sh*t, I know how to bring a quarter back

[Chorus: Young Dro]
All we make is cash, straight drop blast
n*ggas try to jack it, then straight drop dash
Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast
Chopper make a n*gga do a 100 yard dash

[Verse 3: Xtaci (Bola & Sunshine)]
b*tch please, shawty I know you ain't got these
Ferragamo's on my face and some Juicy Couture jeans
b*tch 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 (b*tch you already know)
In a quick flash, make them b*tches sick a flow fast
Droptop in the other seat, I got plenty cash
Always first class, b*tch I was made to last
We were on rags, still stuntin' with a Coach bag
Young fly b*tches like to ride when the beat blast
[Chorus: Young Dro]
All we make is cash, straight drop blast
n*ggas try to jack it, then straight drop dash
Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast
Chopper make a n*gga do a 100 yard dash