Stop, Drop & Roll

Lyrics

I got a Glock 23 in my right pocket, left bout a 20 in dubs These niggas don't be on that shit in real life, they be risking they life for a buzz I came from the trenches young nigga, real rock so they know outside I'm a thug I stepped in that bitch I had all my ice on young nigga shine bright like a bug We walk in the party we pressing, these lil niggas so broke they need blessings We don't cuff these lil hoe they be messy, they gon hate I don't show no affection Gotta go get up get dope can't be stressing, I feel like being broke taught me lessons Finna run it up more I be ready, gotta flex on my ops I be petty Gotta go get that bag for my daughters you play and get slaughter you know that that deli Go get the dope from the border and start serving orders til' 12 come catch me Flew from LA with two P's with the paper ID I was scared when they check me Bro your shit don't go hard it's just catchy, ran it up now my guap looking stretchy Try to rob for them niggas in a jam like jelly, shoot his op had a nigga walk around like felling Thick white bitch with me with an ass like barely, white AF ones nigga drip like Nelly Got the same tommy gun (gang had on betty?) I don't do this for funds I got funds already Go pick up the bonds and make tons off envy, they think it's a race but I won already Hit yo block with that fire better stop drop and roll, we get the drop make it lock on the stove We get that guap try to plot and get shot in the nose, nigga start sipping Wock had to stop pouring 4's Sat down with the plug and I locked in a load, only leave the trap house to go rock me a show We run down on ops and we popping more codes, I might go fend for the amount of shots that I tote Oh that's yo bitch well she fucking us both, the rent where you live couldn't even pay for my coat Ain't having no dealer young nigga next order, we having this shit these niggas dead broke We used to trap zips now it's P's on the floor, nigga still hit licks if it's green it's a go In love with that guap I be fiending for more, shit can't fit in my pocket I need more than 4 Our bro got too much of this shit I didn't know, lil bro quick to up with that glick he a pro We do magic tricks we gon swang that stick then voila, that nigga turn to a ghost Like haha mixing your ashes with dope, tell I need money nigga you and me both All this water on me bitch we need boats, bout a quarter on me finna clean these hoes Cashed out on drip get it back like it didn't even go, catch a opp lacking and that's what we call a free throw Bitch we got more tools than a home depot, catch that boy outside his home he smoked All the innocent bystanders better be low, better go check the score pussy boy we 3-0 Had a talk with Ben Franklin you know that we close, if he ever leave me I'ma go like T.O Hit yo block with that fire better stop drop and roll, we get the drop make it lock on the stove We get that guap try to plot and get shot in the nose, nigga start sipping Wock had to stop pouring 4's Sat down with the plug and I locked in a load, only leave the trap house to go rock me a show We run down on ops and we popping more codes, I might go fend for the amount of shots that I tote Oh that's yo bitch well she fucking us both, the rent where you live couldn't even pay for my coat Ain't having no dealer young nigga next order, we having this shit these niggas dead broke We used to trap zips now it's P's on the floor, nigga still hit licks if it's green it's a go In love with that guap I be fiending for more, shit can't fit in my pocket I need more than 4