Drop Off lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo Bobby
What up, what up? I can't really hear you
Aiyo, I left ten pounds in the trunk and I gave Sha' ten
Make sure he drops them sh*ts off
I'm on my way back to Mexico to pick up another hundred
Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Yo make the drop off, don't forget man
Yo, I got n*ggas on the block, block
n*ggas with them gats, gats
n*ggas on the strip, strip
Puffin' them packs, packs
To my workers that stays sharp like razors
Play my part and blaze it, we braveheart with paper
My n*ggas got that Dutch, Dutch
n*ggas got that black, black
n*ggas got a b*tch, b*tch, head in they lap, lap
My team ain't wit' it, we dreamed and did it
Leaned and pivot, schemed for digits
Everything you seen, we lived it
n*gga front then we get at duke
di*k hard like statues go to hole like Shaq do
I cut you like a cantelope
Like Iverson the truth and the answer
I'm the poison and the antidote
Don't care if the b*tch cute, we don't sex raw
We play the corners like the castles on a chess board
Up in the Lex 4, drinkin' a Beck's boy
Shoppin' in the best stores, I'm the n*gga to check for
Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on titties sayin', "F R E"
And my n*gga Crizzee baby, and my n*gga Digi baby
Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on titties sayin', "Bob Digi"
Or ShaCrizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby
Bobby, stop
Bobby, the cops is comin'
That sh*t is tight girl
Hey you
f*ck that mothaf*cka
You know how I do
Up in the drop-top Boxter headin' the opposite
Direction of the cop inside the chopper
I got the tall Grey Goose vodka
This b*tch on my side, with no panties, finger pop her
Ten pounds of skunk up in the front trunk
Bird like hittin' a blunt, about to c*m, and I'm pinchin' her c*nt
Ninety miles per hour I'm like, "f*ck these punks"
It's the land of the free, son, you only live once
You a smart motherf*cker or stupid dunce?
Music blastin', she orgasm like a singer
Sweet, wet pus*y got all over my fingers
Now I'm sniffin' my hand, all sippin' the plan
Got the pedal to the floor, goin' swift as I can
Hit the exit, chk-chk-chuh, make the left quick
Hit the garage and slip inside the Lexus
I got many whips, many clips, many chicks
And my di*k's been sucked by many lips
Many tips or many Vicks, many sticks
And love to gulp with plenty chips
He got many whips, many clips, many chicks
And his di*k's been sucked by many lips
Many tips or many Vicks, many sticks
And love to f*ck with plenty chips
Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on titties, sayin', "F R E"
And my n*gga Crizzee baby, and my n*gga Digi baby
Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on titties sayin', "Bob Digi"
Or ShaCrizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby