Somebody Dropped

Lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Damn Fah fah Fah fah fah fah fah, I think somebody dropped Yeah [Verse: YN Jay & KrispyLife Kidd] Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, I think somebody dropped And somebody called lil' 911, I think some call- yeah, hehehhh, aww, shit Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, I think somebody dropped And somebody called 911, somebody called the cops I let a hundred round drum off, think somebody shot I'm tryna get another pint in, somebody call the doc' This bitch pussy straight drop, I think it's called Wock' I caught dawg shop- ugh, I got the mall shot Damn, I think my fiend told somethin', he's be actin' weird Unc' high as hell in the kitchen, he was stackin' beers (Ahh) Bro scammed forty-thousand dollars from the cashier (Fuck, damn) Stack 2.15 million in the last year (Huh, hold on, huh, holy shit) My unc' going through withdrawals, this his last beer My bitch tеxted me that she prеgnant, that's my last fear 'Cause I'll pay for the abortion in a heartbeat, bitch Damn, where the fuck you been? My white boy get car parts for the low, this my Unky twin You cannot rap with me or Jay, if you ain't touched a twin Dawg cannot say he from the Buc, if we ain't jumped you in I just fucked a super bad bitch then I fucked her twin Yeah, like they looked just alike though (Hahaha) Haah, I get to beatin' on your fuckin' face like a punchin' bag I just had to beat my fiend ass wit' his junky ass I just paid you twenty five dollars, forgot to cut my grass I ain't never used to go to school, I used to cut in class Already knew it came raw, I had to cut the bag Cops raided my one spot, I had to flush the bag Nigga think his bitch never got fucked, she used to fuck in class She ain't never been no goody two shoes Walkin' out Dior, I paid a lot for these moon boots Start shootin' in May, and it lasted to June too Psh, not June 2nd, like, June, too I just hit your bitch in July, and June too I just fucked a nigga wife and I was the groom too Why the fuck you keep lookin' for somethin'? Is you Blues Clues? I got the old money, and I got the news blues- I mean, I got the new blues Bitch lied, said she can't have babies, your tubes loose Put the bitch out the BnB, I'm a rude dude Bitch asked me, "Who the Coochie Man?" He a smooth dude Bitch got some long feet, them some dude shoes Sent the bitch to the store to grab Russian Creams I don't want no relationship, bitch, fuck and leave I heard- huh huh, hm, huh hm, huh hm, hee Sh-, s-, huh, up with lean Stabbed a nigga in the club, I jus' ruptured spleen Told a bitch she can't touch me, I'm too fuckin' clean I just stuffed ten grams of dog in a lava lamp Nigga tellin' story in his raps, that's a lotta cap Lil' bro slid earlier, but he stoppin' back He prolly did stop the punch, but he couldn't stop the strap I love lean from the moon, and Wock', and back Bust the Draco in self-defense, I'm walkin' back I don't even speak Stuart Little, I can't talk to rats When I step in the bitch crib, she offers snacks