Drop It

Lyrics
[Intro] Yea Say you got it for the team, I need it right now Right now, right now Say you got it for the team, I need it right now Say you got it for the team, I need it right now Say you got it for, uh [Verse 1] Say you got it for the team, an need it right now, yea You ain't ever seen 10, buddy pipe down Hit [?], buddy pipe down, yea Any nigga touch peso, getting wiped down Ask about this nigga we know from getting that pressure We pulled up in this foreign, we left him out on a stretcher She wanna be my all, I'm treating her like a lesser Saying that she a loyal, I'm quick to just second guess her Book a flight to D-Town, bring the [?] Slidin' down [?], lettin' [?] Fuck nigga talkin' to, we bring them heats [?] Drippin' in Channel, finna kick a 3 out, that's how I'm ballin' You ain't got no plays up, nigga stop talkin' You ain't never slayed nothin', nigga stop lyin' You ain't never made a hunnid, please stop tryin' Always got my page up, Instagram stalkin' [?] in my christians, but im still blood walkin' Fuck a bitch to death, put that pussy in a coffin She said "boy you wild", yea I get that often Really got a bag so I'm talkin' how I'm talkin' [Chorus] They like, damn young nigga you must do this shit often I'm like, damn right bitch, that's why I'm talkin' how I'm talkin' Spent a thousand on this suit an ion't ever go jogging I spent a thousand on this pint an ion't ever be coughing Say you got it for the bands, send it in, we finna pop it If this a real deal, tell my nigga gonna drop it [Verse 2] Peezy Drills in the building, fuck niggas get away from em Ballin' like the Pistons, they should let a nigga play for em You can't sell the bag, bring it back, I got a plate for it Got insurance on that bitch, but I ain't stay for her Lying ass pussy rap niggas, man I hate y'all Hit him close range, take a nigga whole face off Take your bitch home from the club, fuck her face off They don't wanna let us in this shit, cause we gon take off I can't see these suckin' niggas, man I'm [?] An a nigga drippin', white tee cost me an 8 bar Came a long way from drug and rage, watch a state [?] Now I'm at the dealer trynna see how much the Wraith cost I ain't choose the dope game, this shit chose me Feel like big meats when I bought my first ho key I'm the richest nigga from my hood, I'm an OG I was taught to keep my hand clean and stay lowkey Bitchhh [Outro] They like, damn young nigga you must do this shit often I'm like, damn right bitch, that's why I'm talkin' how I'm talkin' Spent a thousand on this suit an ion't ever go jogging I spent a thousand on this pint an ion't ever be coughing Say you got it for the bands, send it in, we finna pop it If this a real deal, tell my nigga gonna drop it
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- AFN Peso