Stephen Route - #Drop (feat. Joe Cutt) Lyrics

I be up at the club and I be buying them bottles
And I be dancing with girls and I be going full throttle
And I ain't got no type but the ones I love
That be the ones with curly hair and big ole butts
Got them chicks like what?
Yeah, let's take a trip go to a city where the drinks don't drip
Where the kings wearing ice and they don't slip
Where the queens wearing clothes and they don't strip
I'm serving y'all, no alcohol, no need to tip
I'm spitting bars, no lobster claws, so get a grip
These girls acting real thirsty, they need a sip
They want a real stand-up, brother, they need to sit
Watch me break fast like butter over grits
You want your Tupac shit
You want your Biggie shit
And when we get together, we gon' make this a hit
And we shine in the dark so you know that we lit
Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop
If you feeling this
Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop
If you feeling this
Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop
If you feeling this
Drop, And you know we won't stop
Till we know we on top
And we gotta make it hot, just
Drop
Gotta keep my drive till I crash out
Like a overused credit card, bout to max out
Man, I've been inside all this time, bout to act out
If you think I'm frontin' all this time, guess who's back out
I can turn a white house to a black house
All I gotta do is go there and just black out
Route, you got em' in the headlock, make em' tap out
I got you, Joe, I'ma hold him till they pass out
We been doing this since kids
I'm on my LL shit
I'm on my Rakim shit
And when we get together, we gon' make this a hit
Yeah, we the medication if you think that you sick
And we cutting off your lights if you thinking you lit
Now pour me a shot so I can take me a sip
Yeah, rolling two blunts, then we taking a trip
Man, call me Santa Claus, cause I be giving them gifts
Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop
If you feeling this
Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop
If you feeling this
Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop
If you feeling this
Drop, And you know we won't stop
Till we know we on top
And we gotta make it hot, just
Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop
Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop
She make me breakfast in the morning with that bonnet on her head
House robe looking dingy, but she scrambled up some eggs
Oh, My baby
My baby
My baby
And she ain't put no pork on my plate