Drop lyrics

[Intro]
Whoa, Kenny
Damn

[Chorus]
Got her legs up (Legs up), like a Tesla truck (Tesla truck)
b*tch said I f*cked her bed up, uh, made her catch the nut
I got n*ggas in the feds but that time don't get the best of them
I gotta keep one in the head, bruh, get caught without it then you're f*ckin' dead
I got the work out, I beat the block out
I had to workout, n*ggas got knocked out
I had that dirt, I'm talkin' 'bout dirt
Guess what, b*tch? I got that drop now
Was snipin' so wrong, that's when the pockets touched down
My n*ggas reckless, they robbin' the trucks now
Talkin' 'bout Brinks, f*ck these Cuban links
Wrist game crazy, think I need a shrink

[Verse 1]
All of my killers gon' spray for me
Right or wrong, they not gon' fight at all (b*tch)
Better ask 'bout the last n*gga play with me (Play with me)
We aired him out, he wasn't livin' long
I'm on the designer sh*t, on the designer sh*t (Designer)
I'm in the city gettin' hit by the finest b*tch
You ain't livin' like that, you just on some rhymin' sh*t
Walk in with my chains and I change the climate, b*tch
I'm a Rich Shoota, might spin in the Ghost
Extended my flow, b*tch, I'm a GOAT (A GOAT)
I think I know why these old n*ggas mad
21, and I'm rich, and they startin' to get mold (b*tch)
That's not a hundred pounds, that's not a load
Where I'm from it be goin' down, you can get smoked
We slide on your block, no joke
Ride with a Glock, turn an opp ass to toast
Take his b*tch to my crib and I
[Chorus]
Got her legs up (Legs up), like a Tesla truck (Tesla truck)
b*tch said I f*cked her bed up, uh, made her catch the nut
I got n*ggas in the feds but that time don't get the best of them
I gotta keep one in the head, bruh, get caught without it then you're f*ckin' dead
I got the work out, I beat the block out
I had to workout, n*ggas got knocked out
I had that dirt, I'm talkin' 'bout dirt
Guess what, b*tch? I got that drop now
Was snipin' so wrong, that's when the pockets touched down
My n*ggas reckless, they robbin' the trucks now
Talkin' 'bout Brinks, f*ck these Cuban links
Wrist game crazy, think I need a shrink

[Verse 2]
Why you keep talkin' like that? You don't mean it
Damn, n*ggas hate for no reason (No reason)
24/7, that's kick door season (Kick door season)
Got bricks, I need 'em (I need it)
I got that hundred round clip, I feed it
.556 leave you not breathing
You in love with a b*tch, me and A can't be dreamin'
n*ggas tweet on the 'net, don't say sh*t when they see it
Oh sh*t, that's 12, I'ma yam it out (Yam it out)
One trap, two bricks, them young n*ggas jammin' out (They jammin' out)
Three things I care about (Care about)
My sons, Rich Shootas, b*tch, and that drug route
Take it to the kitchen, bust it down
Take it to the room and bust 'em down
All my guns come from Russia now (Russia)
I got custom rounds
[Chorus]
Got her legs up (Legs up), like a Tesla truck (Tesla truck)
b*tch said I f*cked her bed up, uh, made her catch the nut
I got n*ggas in the feds but that time don't get the best of them
I gotta keep one in the head, bruh, get caught without it then you're f*ckin' dead
I got the work out, I beat the block out
I had to workout, n*ggas got knocked out
I had that dirt, I'm talkin' 'bout dirt
Guess what, b*tch? I got that drop now
Was snipin' so wrong, that's when the pockets touched down
My n*ggas reckless, they robbin' the trucks now
Talkin' 'bout Brinks, f*ck these Cuban links
Wrist game crazy, think I need a shrink