Droppin Jewels lyrics

[Chorus]
Show me that I'm done
I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah
Ain't no more reminiscin'
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
Tell me why I'm livin'
Why am I remaining here?
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that sh*t to the ceiling

[Verse 1]
Drop a body and you wouldn't have to pay for lunch
I told my dawg I'm ridin' whether he right or wrong
I done got big, they record my life through a drone
I told my b*tch to stay behind me, I'm in my zone
She like, "How the f*ck you ain't never wrote a song?"
Same reason your fine ass ain't never wore a thong
You ain't ridin' for life, then I'd just rather ride alone
Bought you a spot, now you don't ever gotta go
Yeah, I told my n*gga I'ma drop the jewels on him
You gotta go through this sh*t here with your heart, you can't snooze on it
It's bad, you better get rid of it or lose on it
I know you heard that old saying about bad fruit, homie, huh
If you can't beat 'em, knock it out 'em, whew
If you gon' kill 'em, better not be sloppy
I told my daughter, "Keep one in the head," she ain't gotta c*ck it
I told my son if he wanted to live, he might catch a body
I told my son he ain't a cheerleader, but he might gotta catch a body
His driver named Joe, but he still can't do it sloppy
I just hopped up out that Ghost, I been drivin' a dead body
I ain't really into nothin', but I spend it like a hobby
I was locked inside the trap, didn't think about it, but I got out it
Now my cars and clothes exotic
I ain't 6ix9ine, but two hoes with me right now, you can call me Shotti
I been droppin' all my vic's and now the FBI won't stop me
Got this sh*t on fire like a Taki, n*gga, woah, woah
[Chorus]
Show me that I'm done
I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah
Ain't no more reminiscin'
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
Tell me why I'm livin'
Why am I remaining here?
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that sh*t to the ceiling

[Verse 2]
Yeah, they complimentin' my new Rolls-Royce
TV in the front of that motherf*cker like a tour bus
Spirit of ecstasy got me feelin' so blessed, you see
I told my b*tch I was 'bout to go shoot up Trestletree
Half a million dollars on my dawgs and all my cars
Couple millions to my mama and my pa
Got the sniper on the roof for n*ggas tryna act hard
I just bought a brand new coupe and it's a black Jaguar
Matte black, old Trans Am, thank you, ma'am
We gon' make us a porn star video, new cam
I came up just watchin' my pop gamble my food stamps
I just cause cramps, I don't go back and forth with tramps
Baby, we stamped, just for that, I'ma call you "Ma'am"
Got the T-Rex, I just gave my daddy the Cam
I got the sheets wet
Pick that lil' b*tch up, then I slam her like I'm from D-X
Then I fold her up like a clam, yeah
It was dark, then I came to the light
I was poor, now my doors suicide
I don't know how to make it right, right
Bought four Birkins for you, keep it light, light
I don't care about you leavin' me
I got no time to try to make it right
I just hope you find another life
Won't pick you up if you ever fall, right? (Woah, woah, woah)
[Chorus]
Show me that I'm done
I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah
Ain't no more reminiscin'
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
Tell me why I'm livin'
Why am I remaining here?
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that sh*t to the ceiling