Drop, drop, drop, drop Your bitch wanna f*ck and I want it
Told her I'm smoking my chronic, they think I lost it
Popping my shit so I'm off it Never coming down till I'm on it
They can't believe I don't vomit Winning my race, it's a rocket
There's no debate they can't stop it Said if I want it, I'll cop it
Drawing that line, and I crossed it I really crossed it
He ain't even know about my gang I'm yelling out triple six
Cursing out his man If he wanna beat me then he better have a plan
I'm never chilling out cause I'm always with my gang
I'm dropping my top I'm counting my cash
I'm counting my gwop He's she giving me head
She giving me top These lights be red
But nah we don't stop I'm go run it up
They wait for the drop I don't get the store
I go to the shop My hair was too long
So I got the chop I be grinding up you
Smoking on rocks
He trying to press me
Then I think he got a problem If he got that strap
Then I really got no option Said he'll bring his gang
So I walked in with my squadron Put some shit up in my drink
I'm sipping on concoction
He ain't even know about my gang I'm yelling out triple six
Cursing out his man If he wanna beat me then he better have a plan
I'm never chilling out cause I'm always with my gang
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Drop, drop, drop, drop Your bitch wanna f*ck and I want it
Told her I'm smoking my chronic, they think I lost it
Popping my shit so I'm off it Never coming down till I'm on it
They can't believe I don't vomit Winning my race, it's a rocket
There's no debate they can't stop it Said if I want it, I'll cop it
Drawing that line, and I crossed it I really crossed it
He ain't even know about my gang I'm yelling out triple six
Cursing out his man If he wanna beat me then he better have a plan
I'm never chilling out cause I'm always with my gang
I'm dropping my top I'm counting my cash
I'm counting my gwop He's she giving me head
She giving me top These lights be red
But nah we don't stop I'm go run it up
They wait for the drop I don't get the store
I go to the shop My hair was too long
So I got the chop I be grinding up you
Smoking on rocks
He trying to press me
Then I think he got a problem If he got that strap
Then I really got no option Said he'll bring his gang
So I walked in with my squadron Put some shit up in my drink
I'm sipping on concoction
He ain't even know about my gang I'm yelling out triple six
Cursing out his man If he wanna beat me then he better have a plan
I'm never chilling out cause I'm always with my gang
Told her I'm smoking my chronic, they think I lost it
Popping my shit so I'm off it Never coming down till I'm on it
They can't believe I don't vomit Winning my race, it's a rocket
There's no debate they can't stop it Said if I want it, I'll cop it
Drawing that line, and I crossed it I really crossed it
He ain't even know about my gang I'm yelling out triple six
Cursing out his man If he wanna beat me then he better have a plan
I'm never chilling out cause I'm always with my gang
I'm dropping my top I'm counting my cash
I'm counting my gwop He's she giving me head
She giving me top These lights be red
But nah we don't stop I'm go run it up
They wait for the drop I don't get the store
I go to the shop My hair was too long
So I got the chop I be grinding up you
Smoking on rocks
He trying to press me
Then I think he got a problem If he got that strap
Then I really got no option Said he'll bring his gang
So I walked in with my squadron Put some shit up in my drink
I'm sipping on concoction
He ain't even know about my gang I'm yelling out triple six
Cursing out his man If he wanna beat me then he better have a plan
I'm never chilling out cause I'm always with my gang
Writer: Day Walka
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