Lyrics:

[Intro - Drag-On]
Ah yeah, it's your boy Drag-on
And I'm back, feel me.
come on come on

[Chorus] (Fiend)
uh oh
You in trouble
You been messin them boys
Now you in trouble
(Back back get em get em back back
Get em
Back back get em get em back back
Get em)

[Verse 1 - Drag-On]
Ya boy's in trouble
Fuckin with that boy
Tryin to get my bullets fly
Got ya at last
That second guess drag
But i'm keepin up the R
I'm talkin bout when I'm fat
When I'm squeezing out the car
I'm talkin bout, ME
And mashed in the corner
Bought your glock
Buddy I'm still goin half full of quarters big boy
Runnin naked no voice
Nature raised a big thug
Yall gangsters by choice
I'm bad boy
Get used to my place
Get ya used to my pain
Get used to my name
I don't need cop automatic
But I usually aim
I FuckK with them country boys
That's why I got the country swinging
Stayin w/a bunch of people
That's why I keep a countries things
I eat your face like a lunch box
Let my oxe munch on it
Then let my gun cock
Let's do some tap daddies HAHA
I got a big mac daddy
Gonna put you in the back of a big black caddie
Come on come on

[Chorus]
You in trouble
You been messin them boys
Now you in trouble
(Back back get em get em back back
Get em
Back back get em get em back back
Get em uh oh)

You in trouble
You been messin them boys
Now you in trouble
(Back back get em get em back back
Get em
Back back get em get em back back
Get em)

[Verse 2 - Drag-On]
You all askin for trouble
When I'm from the brown nigga back
My from on me hommie
Come on nigga act
I've seen no groomer
I spend 20 I make back 60
I spend 40 I make back 50
Ya all some real dummies
I see I still promote a drag
When he was cold from me
And now I'm real rich
My name kept real funny
I'm still real hood
And ya all letting no grow posters
I don't think I'm still real
I show you a real banger
So yo get your ice ya'll
Geral tip your house boy
You know as long as you don't come up short
Up on the block boy
You thought I was big on the free I.Dee Dee's
Oh cops can't stop this 40
I have a ball life

[Chorus]
Uh oh o o o o
You in trouble
You been messin them boys
Now you in trouble
(Back back get em get em back back
Get em
Back back get em get em back back
Get em)

Uh oh
You in trouble
You been messin them boys
Now you in trouble
(Back back get em get em back back
Get em
Back back get em get em back back
Get em) uh oh

[Verse 3 - Drag-On]
You in a heap of trouble
You dig it you get the shovel
Got everything get it got it recount it
Hit the club pop the bub-ble
Look at shorty look at shorty with the fradie cat
Soon as her man leave i'm a get that
I'm gonna take her to the crib ya can't get herback
And if her man start problems nigga finish that
The man just saw me huggin
And this is what you can dig
You done got him in trouble
So now

[Chorus]
Uh oh o o o o
You in trouble
You been messin them boys
Now you in trouble
(Back back get em get em back back
Get em
Back back get em get em back back
Get em)

Uh oh
You in trouble
You been messin them boys
Now you in trouble
(Back back get em get em back back
Get em
Back back get em get em back back
Get em)

Uh oh o o o o

Uh oh o o o o