Droppin Tears

Lyrics

[Intro] (Wheezy outta here) [Chorus] Droppin' bodies, we ride out, they droppin' tears Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player (Woah, oh) I'll buy an opp pack, and blow that shit in the air They talk about me, but I don't care Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear With a bad bitch, the wind blowin' through her hair (Woah, oh-oh) Pop me a pill, just like Wheezy, I'm outta here (Wheezy outta here) Battlin' all of my darkest fears [Post-Chorus] My price make them scratch on they head, but they book me Stayed on my grind, ten years is what it took me Likе I left the oven on, I'm burnin' cookiеs Say they gon' touch me, I wish that they would (Would) Walk with my chest out, I never get shook (Shook) I work the pot like I know how to cook (Cook) Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could Keep me a stick, I ain't knockin' on wood [Verse] Never rely on my luck when I pop out I make a call, they gon' pull up and hop out (Brr) Paint you, we draw for the chopper, like, "Chop-chop" Slide in the 'Vette, we gon' shoot out the drop-top (Brr) .50-round drum, turn his shirt to a crop-top Like a track meet, doin' laps on the opp block Don't beat my meat, I be fuckin' on thot-thots Flooded out fully, no, this ain't no stopwatch (Woo) My whip expensive, can't go through a car wash Bought it in cash, took it right off the car lot Smoke out the pound, got some pressure to burn off Got some money counters, I don't gotta turn off If checks are involved, then you know I'm all for it Slide in the 'Ventador, liftin' my doors My shooter got a mop, but it's not for the floor Your girl come around, make her walk on all fours [Chorus] Droppin' bodies, we ride out, they droppin' tears Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player (Woah-oh) I'll buy an opp pack, and blow that shit in the air They talk about me, but I don't care Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear With a bad bitch, the wind blowin' through her hair (Woah, oh-oh) Pop me a pill, just like Wheezy, I'm outta here (Wheezy outta here) Battlin' all of my darkest fears [Post-Chorus] My price make them scratch on they head, but they book me Stayed on my grind, ten years is what it took me Like I left the oven on, I'm burnin' cookies Say they gon' touch me, I wish that they would (Would) Walk with my chest out, I never get shook (Shook) I work the pot like I know how to cook (Cook) Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could Keep me a stick, I ain't knockin' on wood