Drop Pin lyrics

[Verse: DaBoii]
Heard n*gga speakin' on my brother, till them boys to drop pin
Backstage at the show, you know we snuck the chop in
My lil' bro a janitor, you know he love to mop sh*t
N' free my brody out the slam, that n*gga love to drop sh*t
I got 10 on me now, show me where the opps live
I hit the b*tch and her friend, lil' baby know I'm toxic
Yeah I done made it out the trenches, but still love a thot b*tch
If police don't pull up driving crazy, I done get your car flipped
You always focused on them hoes, boy you ain't never locked in
From the north to the west, n*ggas know we locked in
n*ggas know we locked in, pus*y n*ggas locked out
They pop that sh*t up on the net, but never with the pop out
Summertime, Carties on, I'm cruisin' with the top down
I love when I get that call, b*tch another opp down
FN 57 b*tch shoot baby chop rounds
Aim my Glock on a stranger, why you talking hostile?
This n*gga died, and he ain't slide, heard he was tryna cop out
Stop all that lyin' in them songs, that some sh*t you not 'bout
I threw a switchy on the b*tch, but 30 heard a chop sound
2 am leaving the club, I'm walking with the Glock out
I mix the Virgil with the Yeezy, had to bring the sauce out
She keep accusing me of sh*t, like what the f*ck you talmbout?
Popping percs back to back, I can't think in this b*tch
[?] asked what I saw, I can't see, not for sh*t
Daydreaming bout them bands, I never think bout a b*tch
Oh you don't think that hoe f*cking? You don't think, not a bit
You don't think, not a bit, use your head dumb n*gga
Summertime in the winter, don't get fanned up
Now when they was popping off the shots, where your mans was? (n*gga)
Pass a b*tch to the gang, I don't handcuff (b*tch)
And b*tch you better not push on us, [?] up in the sprinter van
b*tch I don't give a f*ck, I ride a plug, I ride a middle man
b*tch, where I from b*tch we ain't get sturdy, we just thizzle dance
Boy thought he was off a perc 30, that's a skittle fam
Bro ain't try to send no pop shots, he tryna kill a man
That boy ain't try to make it up to God, say he'll kill again
n*gga sounding hard up in these songs, when he kill a-
Where I'm from they call me D-Boii, but I'm still the man
[Outro: DaBoii]
Uh-uh but I'm still the man
Call me D-(uh), b*tch I'm still the man
Huh, [?]
Boy ain't send no pop shots, tryna kill a man
Hey, ona gang n*gga (Ay, ay)
Ay, ay you know where we hang n*gga
Ay, ay you know what I bang n*gga
You know what I claim n*gga
SOB the gang n*gga
b*tch