Kobe ’09

[Intro]
I'm, I'm Drag nigga
Bow
Bow nigga (Striker Radio)
Ha, they already know how I'm coming nigga
Drag nigga be dropping that shit nigga, uh

[Chorus]
It's a brand new day, tryna get me new watch
Man, shoutout my lil' cousin, be working that chop
If you tryna go through go and get you a car
You tryna run from the Drag? You ain't making it far
It's a switch on the back, you can't run from my box
I don't play 'bout my cash, I'm in love with my guap
All that purping on live, it ain't ducking your top
No I'm not from New York but I carry a mop
No I'm not from New York but I carry a sweeper
I got shit on my mind, tryna get up with YB
Anytime I step out I got Dior on my feet
On the men he not smart, he tried to drag [?]
Got your bitch on my dick in the back of the seat
We hop out, we four deep then we back in the Jeep
How you tough on the Gram then start copping the plea?
When lil' Drag chase you down start chopping your feet

[Verse]
I'm tryna stay out the way, I'm tryna grab a new whip
Brodie popped back a ten, he tryna slide on their rip
Anytime I walk out I got switch in my dip
On the road to the M's, it's just me and lil' twin
I take L's back to back, took that shit to the chin
I'm like Kobe '09, I'ma score for the win
Bitch I'm fully equipped, I got more than one gen'
In the back of the black, it's just me and the men
Bitch I'm greedy as shit, I want you and your friend
Nigga got his ass hit, he was standing on ten
My bitch bad and she classy, on bro, she a ten
I can't wait 'til Tall home, took a break in the pen
Tell 'em shit off the dome, I don't need me a pen
Beef with me or the men nigga better repent
I trust [?], my driver, he never gon' deck
I don't got to be styling, I got racks in my Tech
Caught his ass in the car, did his ass like it's Biggie
I'm in love with the drank like Jaey love Indy
You ain't heard about Drag? I’m the talk of the city
I love hopping out cars but this shit getting risky
In this game it’s no pictures, get rich or die trying
Lil' cuz walking shit down, send your souls to the sky
We drop shots where you at, think it's Fourth of July
If your work moving slow I got more for your trap

[Chorus]
It's a brand new day, tryna get me new watch
Man, shoutout my lil' cousin, be working that chop
If you tryna go through go and get you a car
You tryna run from the Drag? You ain't making it far
It's a switch on the back, you can't run from my box
I don't play 'bout my cash, I'm in love with my guap
All that purping on live, it ain't ducking your top
No I'm not from New York but I carry a mop
No I'm not from New York but I carry a sweeper
I got shit on my mind, tryna get up with YB
Anytime I step out I got Dior on my feet
On the men he not smart, he tried to drag [?]
Got your bitch on my dick in the back of the seat
We hop out, we four deep then we back in the Jeep
How you tough on the Gram then start copping the plea?
When lil' Drag chase you down start chopping your feet