Keep Dropping The Beat lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(Enrgy made this one)
Woo
Good lookin', Enrgy
Damn
f*ck
Oh my God
Enrgy, you dumb

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'm trippin', I'm 'bout to shoot a human
You keep goin' to jail for fraud 'cause you don't know what you doin'
Slide through the opps' hood and drop Patrick Ewing
Thirty rounds hit his t-shirt, look like he spilled a smoothie
f*ck, the strap got a streetlight
I just stuffed this one b*tch Lil E height
I'll kill and go to jail for ten years, f*ck a street fight
'Bout to call Rio, I need a plug on three pints
Threw some work on the ground and watched two fiends fight
My n*gga was on chill until I gave him the green light
b*tch, you a ho, but steady sayin' you a queen, right?
That coochie smellin' kinda funky, but it's clean, right?
Damn, a fiend just died
Bought a foldin' Glock and shot my homie, I ain't read the guide
Bro got twenty shots in his sh*t, I got fifty-five
You baby daddy a crumb, he can't f*ck with me if he tried
He can't up a twenty if he tried
Got thе head from this b*tch while the pills bеtween her thighs
All this spice talkin', this sh*t make me nervous
I ain't put it in the wrong hole, I did this sh*t on purpose
I really been ballin', we don't post the same
You drinkin' close enough, we don't pour the same
I'll drop a opp and all you seen was his brains
I don't f*ck around with these n*ggas, most of 'em lame
Pandemic buffs, I spent some light change
Step in the club, it was dark, I made the lights change
I would've served Ike, David Ruffin, and Eddie Kane
I don't think I can be f*cked with
Enrgy on the beat, you can tell by how the drums kick
I'm f*ckin' this b*tch up, go'n 'head, bro, unplug this
Biggest wolf from my hood, I'm Suge Knight, b*tch
This sh*t been in me, not on me since I was a jit
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Free my brother out of jail, he ain't do sh*t
Mad he gotta sleep with a man-made icepick
Sent my assistant in the pharm' to say I'm sick
And we just brought in a new ton like I'm Isaac
I can't just cop from anybody, b*tch, I'm biased
I can't just sleep in any condo, need the highest floor
I can't f*ck you anymore, b*tch, I am so sore
Broke your back four times tonight, go sleep, lil' whore
Might just put Melatin in drank, I don't sleep no more
Might beat your brother for some rank, I'll stain that whore
Kick that b*tch right to the curb, I'll shame that whore
Mad I don't treat you like Jayda, don't blame me, whore
So what I bought you some Chanel? Don't claim me, whore
Stay down with Coach and Pee 4L 'cause they made me more
Givin' work to Jay before you, 'cause they pay him more
She said she want it in her mouth, b*tch, say no more
My b*tch not my b*tch, but she is, she rock Galore
And she be trippin' out in Paris, that's my amour
n*ggas barking loud on the 'net, they tough as Ford
'Til you put a slug in they throat and they need the Lord
My gang should drive Hondas, we on one accord
Bro said he got powers and a Range, he Mighty Morph
My money in the back stacked up like sneaky dwarfs
I don't wanna rap no more, I'll pass the torch
You n*ggas couldn't handle that flame, if you—
n*ggas couldn't handle flame— uh, uh
These n*ggas couldn't handle the flame if they had fire course
At a n*gga door like the Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Five hundred thousand for the truck with the double doors
Um, wait, no, wait, I need that, I need that part back
Yeah, do it right here
Can't handle the flame if they took firefighting courses
I'll never play polo— uh
Never played polo, but the whip got several horses
My n*gga Reese won't slip his feet in nothin' but the Forces