Spit These Bars Songtext
von Drag‐On feat. Swizz Beatz

Double R
Right now, we ain′t playing with y'all
We ain′t playing with y'all
Stop playing, son!


I spit these bars to make ya head shake
Top chicks is to the bed break
Let's see how much lead you can take
Never let a coward pay for what I give away
We can all share, clips in my waist, it′s all to spare
So run, damn it, run, when I bust my gun
I miss none, put y′all in critical condition
I'm the talk of the town, when it comes to poppin′ chickens
Or layin' cowards down, Drag Busta most rounds
While y′all nibble and dabble, I pull up quick
And it feel like it grabs you, we ain't poppin′, I had you
Shoot a lot of drag, I'll be glad to, if I had to
Soon as she in the bathroom, all in her ass too
Got a six shot shooter that'll pop through ya
Glock, Ruger, MK′s I call my block movers
Stay true biz on my (military), let me see them catch
160 On the dash, come on, Z look pretty when it′s fast
I bet fifty y'all won′t reach the city 'fore I′m grabbed
And if y'all wanna catch fire, better step on the gas
Opposite of H2O, wanna be a hero?
When the fire′s on, y'all won't even save your moms
Even if she was screamin′ at the top of her lungs
Dawg, it′s either burn to the bone or leave that broad alone
In case of a fire, never take the elevator
Walk through life, hold your breath and take the steps, uh

Do my ladies run this, uh uh?
Yes, they do run this mutha, uh uh
Do my ballers run this, uh uh?
Yes, they do run this mutha, uh uh
Do my mamis run this, uh uh?
Yes, they do run this mutha, uh uh
Do my daughters run this, uh uh?
Yes, they do run this mutha, uh uh


Ayo, I only pop chickens that's flexible
Ankle touch, neck sex, incredible
When Drag ′bout to spark cats, ain't no bargain with that
When my gun spit, it say, "Where the target at?"
′Cause I'm fire, so I speaks with heat
So let me walk that walk
′Cause like a teacher, I'ma talk with chalk
That'll outline y′all like a fresh pair of Nikes
Stay with those, even if I′m bare-toed
You see the stripe
Leave blood stains on sponges, cum stains on comforters
Leave rooms foggy to where y'all can′t find me
Keep a bad mami, twistin' up the green
Scent like tangerine, face out of a magazine
Like Ebony, on the block I pump the Ivory
Never paid for show
I only flow with those that never ate before
That means no car, no food and just get bailed
The only thing on they plate was corn on a fishscale
The blow you wanna know about is the air outside
I have nightmares, before I sleep I pray y′all fry
For a pie, I lay out guys
'Cause what I keeps layin′ on my dresser
Keep layin' cowards on top of stretchers
Lightweight, but I give all pressure in all measures
Never chase treasure, flame cowards for pleasure
Wear gold vests, bullets go through Tefs
Got better, Double R, two letters, boy

Do my ladies run this, uh uh?
Yes, they do run this mutha, uh uh
Do my ballers run this, uh uh?
Yes, they do run this mutha, uh uh
Do my mamis run this, uh uh?
Yes, they do run this mutha, uh uh
Do my daughters run this, uh uh?
Yes, they do run this mutha, uh uh
Do my ladies run this, uh uh?
Yes, they do run this mutha, uh uh
Do my ballers run this, uh uh?
Yes, they do run this mutha, uh uh
Do my mamis run this, uh uh?
Yes, they do run this mutha, uh uh
Do my daughters run this, uh uh?
Yes, they do run this mutha, uh uh