50 lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus]
Drop 50 (Ooh)
Feel like KD, I might drop 50
This for those who be on that block with me (Huh)
We was down bad, now we profiting
b*tches be sayin' they proud of me (Huh)
'Cause they know I hit the lottery
'Member when them hoes said they was tired of me (Huh)
Now they don't wanna say bye to me
f*ck them n*ggas, they was hatin' on the low (Huh)
Smokin' dope, don't feel this pain, I'm lettin' go
When that n*gga tried to run, I left his brains all on the floor, you know my woah (Huh)
You know my n*ggas on go
No Ksubi jeans, b*tch, I came in in Rick O (Huh)
With a thick glute b*tch, finna make her touch her toes (Woah)
They bе sayin', "Less Hollywood," I be with the bros (Huh, bros)

[Verse]
Hеy, I make this sh*t look too easy (Ooh)
n*ggas be takin' our sauce and that's great
That's why your pockets ain't cheese (Ooh, ooh)
You catch a fist as you run up on me
We leave him flat like a TV (Ooh)
We movin' hot when we get on that scene
You n*ggas cappin', fushigi (Ooh, ooh)
What you gon' do when you run into me? (Woah)
I can't cuff on that b*tch, she a skank
But I'm not tryna be mean (Woah)
But I just gotta be me
Still in the spot sippin' lean (Woah)
Still in the spot smokin' 41
b*tch, this a [?], uh (Woah)
b*tch, this a [?], uh
b*tch, this a [?], uh (Woah)
When we pull up, n*ggas flee
Every time that I step out on fleet (Woah)
Know my chopper gon' sing like it's Glee
Gon' be bad if he run up on me (Woah)
Show no pity, I'm not Mr. T
We still sippin' that Wock' like it's tea (Woah)
[Chorus]
Drop 50 (Ooh)
Feel like KD, I might drop 50
This for those who be on that block with me (Huh)
We was down bad, now we profiting
b*tches be sayin' they proud of me (Huh)
'Cause they know I hit the lottery
'Member when them hoes said they was tired of me (Huh)
Now they don't wanna say bye to me
Uh, f*ck them n*ggas, they was hatin' on the low (Huh)
Smokin' dope, don't feel this pain, I'm lettin' go
When that n*gga tried to run, I left his brains all on the floor, you know my woah (Huh)
You know my n*ggas on go
No Ksubi jeans, b*tch, I came in in Rick O (Huh)
With a thick glute b*tch, finna make her touch her toes (Woah)
They be sayin', "Less Hollywood," I be with the bros (Huh, bros)

[Outro]
(Hah, ooh)
(Hah, hah)
(Hah, ooh)
(Hah, hah)