Man the streets so cold you ever chill up on yo block?
Kick it wit yo niggas
Chillin with some bops
Then one second later all you really hear is cops
And we can't even play it safe bitch if we steady getting stopped
I swear I hate these niggas swear they goofy off the top
And ion' care if you a homie you can really be a opp
I've been tryna bend the block
Bend the block
Bend the block
All these niggas false claiming, they ain't even worth the drop
I'll never claim another hood if it ain't PDR
5000 BLK
SMN
We shooting for the stars
Bitch I'm tryna make it out with rap I hope I get far
This shit get hot around my hood and I ain't talking tar
And when I say brodie got bars I ain't talking Xans
19 off top
I'm feeling like the man
These niggas thinking that they thought
We put em in the sand
You swear you the shit jus wait until it really hit the fan
Bitch I got the glock, 17s, ARs, and a 50 too
Hit my telegram, don't tell a man, I'm in yo city too
She just hit me up, she said I'm sorry, I know you miss me boo
Yea she trippin dude
I cut her off and that's my guilty truth
Ion wanna talk I'm anti social, that's my social life
But I still got bitches asking me to f*ck them overnight
Talk about a feature but won't cop, you think I'm overpriced
But ion give a f*ck, I know my worth and that's my code to life
Aye I? but I ain't westbrook
And told em, pull up to the P and get they ass cooked
Like why the f*ck these niggas really scared to get they ass whooped
Pshh, nigga
Guess we'll never know
F*ck around and drop the addy niggas never show
I wipe a nigga nose up in this bitch like he snortin snow
And what's the point of showing all these straps you is not gon blow
And I don't give a f*ck about your whip, we can beat the load
I got hella niggas, steady killas, but it's on the low
Told my boy that once we do the drill, then it's"vamonos"
We unstoppable
We don't see you as an obstacle
Say that 357 ain't the best boy that's impossible
See I ain't even rapping, let me introduce my talking shit
What's the problem bitch?
357, I'm on top of it
Niggas love to yap about my gangsta, I ain't"popping shit"
That's what happens when you got the money
I just call the hits
Aye who the f*ck is you if you ain't gang? like nigga let me know
I've been feeling gold
Micheal Jordan 1984
You know where the real but in the city it get mainey tho
357 causing way more waves than a radio
Man the streets so cold you ever chill up on yo block?
Kick it wit yo niggas
Chillin with some bops
Then one second later all you really hear is cops
And we can't even play it safe bitch if we steady getting stopped
I swear I hate these niggas swear they goofy off the top
And ion' care if you a homie you can really be a opp
I've been tryna bend the block
Bend the block
Bend the block
All these niggas false claiming, they ain't even worth the drop
SLIX357 - DROP (feat. SmokeTheEne) Lyrics
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Man the streets so cold you ever chill up on yo block?
Kick it wit yo niggas
Chillin with some bops
Then one second later all you really hear is cops
And we can't even play it safe bitch if we steady getting stopped
I swear I hate these niggas swear they goofy off the top
And ion' care if you a homie you can really be a opp
I've been tryna bend the block
Bend the block
Bend the block
All these niggas false claiming, they ain't even worth the drop
I'll never claim another hood if it ain't PDR
5000 BLK
SMN
We shooting for the stars
Bitch I'm tryna make it out with rap I hope I get far
This shit get hot around my hood and I ain't talking tar
And when I say brodie got bars I ain't talking Xans
19 off top
I'm feeling like the man
These niggas thinking that they thought
We put em in the sand
You swear you the shit jus wait until it really hit the fan
Bitch I got the glock, 17s, ARs, and a 50 too
Hit my telegram, don't tell a man, I'm in yo city too
She just hit me up, she said I'm sorry, I know you miss me boo
Yea she trippin dude
I cut her off and that's my guilty truth
Ion wanna talk I'm anti social, that's my social life
But I still got bitches asking me to f*ck them overnight
Talk about a feature but won't cop, you think I'm overpriced
But ion give a f*ck, I know my worth and that's my code to life
Aye I? but I ain't westbrook
And told em, pull up to the P and get they ass cooked
Like why the f*ck these niggas really scared to get they ass whooped
Pshh, nigga
Guess we'll never know
F*ck around and drop the addy niggas never show
I wipe a nigga nose up in this bitch like he snortin snow
And what's the point of showing all these straps you is not gon blow
And I don't give a f*ck about your whip, we can beat the load
I got hella niggas, steady killas, but it's on the low
Told my boy that once we do the drill, then it's"vamonos"
We unstoppable
We don't see you as an obstacle
Say that 357 ain't the best boy that's impossible
See I ain't even rapping, let me introduce my talking shit
What's the problem bitch?
357, I'm on top of it
Niggas love to yap about my gangsta, I ain't"popping shit"
That's what happens when you got the money
I just call the hits
Aye who the f*ck is you if you ain't gang? like nigga let me know
I've been feeling gold
Micheal Jordan 1984
You know where the real but in the city it get mainey tho
357 causing way more waves than a radio
Man the streets so cold you ever chill up on yo block?
Kick it wit yo niggas
Chillin with some bops
Then one second later all you really hear is cops
And we can't even play it safe bitch if we steady getting stopped
I swear I hate these niggas swear they goofy off the top
And ion' care if you a homie you can really be a opp
I've been tryna bend the block
Bend the block
Bend the block
All these niggas false claiming, they ain't even worth the drop
Kick it wit yo niggas
Chillin with some bops
Then one second later all you really hear is cops
And we can't even play it safe bitch if we steady getting stopped
I swear I hate these niggas swear they goofy off the top
And ion' care if you a homie you can really be a opp
I've been tryna bend the block
Bend the block
Bend the block
All these niggas false claiming, they ain't even worth the drop
I'll never claim another hood if it ain't PDR
5000 BLK
SMN
We shooting for the stars
Bitch I'm tryna make it out with rap I hope I get far
This shit get hot around my hood and I ain't talking tar
And when I say brodie got bars I ain't talking Xans
19 off top
I'm feeling like the man
These niggas thinking that they thought
We put em in the sand
You swear you the shit jus wait until it really hit the fan
Bitch I got the glock, 17s, ARs, and a 50 too
Hit my telegram, don't tell a man, I'm in yo city too
She just hit me up, she said I'm sorry, I know you miss me boo
Yea she trippin dude
I cut her off and that's my guilty truth
Ion wanna talk I'm anti social, that's my social life
But I still got bitches asking me to f*ck them overnight
Talk about a feature but won't cop, you think I'm overpriced
But ion give a f*ck, I know my worth and that's my code to life
Aye I? but I ain't westbrook
And told em, pull up to the P and get they ass cooked
Like why the f*ck these niggas really scared to get they ass whooped
Pshh, nigga
Guess we'll never know
F*ck around and drop the addy niggas never show
I wipe a nigga nose up in this bitch like he snortin snow
And what's the point of showing all these straps you is not gon blow
And I don't give a f*ck about your whip, we can beat the load
I got hella niggas, steady killas, but it's on the low
Told my boy that once we do the drill, then it's"vamonos"
We unstoppable
We don't see you as an obstacle
Say that 357 ain't the best boy that's impossible
See I ain't even rapping, let me introduce my talking shit
What's the problem bitch?
357, I'm on top of it
Niggas love to yap about my gangsta, I ain't"popping shit"
That's what happens when you got the money
I just call the hits
Aye who the f*ck is you if you ain't gang? like nigga let me know
I've been feeling gold
Micheal Jordan 1984
You know where the real but in the city it get mainey tho
357 causing way more waves than a radio
Man the streets so cold you ever chill up on yo block?
Kick it wit yo niggas
Chillin with some bops
Then one second later all you really hear is cops
And we can't even play it safe bitch if we steady getting stopped
I swear I hate these niggas swear they goofy off the top
And ion' care if you a homie you can really be a opp
I've been tryna bend the block
Bend the block
Bend the block
All these niggas false claiming, they ain't even worth the drop
Writer: SLIX 357
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