No Name Droppin lyrics

[Intro]
Finna run up these bodies, f*ck n*gga
Imma buy a n*gga, or either go step on em
Either one, I'm coming
(Damn, Trademark!)

[Verse]
Ay
I could turn a b*tch pretty, she won't cut into this check (cut into this check)
I just f*cked this b*tch and she left stains on my Nike Tech (on my Nike Tech)
n*ggas hidin', I don't got time for that, you come, I'm snatching necks (come, I'm snatching necks)
b*tches f*ck, so charge it to the gang, then run you up a check, n*gga (n*gga)
This b*tch hurt me, almost fell in love with her (b*tch)
Imma bounce back with a new b*tch anyway, let Buck hit her
Ain't no love for a scrub, baby, I'm a thug n*gga (I'm a thug n*gga)
In the club, with my n*ggas buckin' and we sеnd slugs at em (Blatt)
I spend five thousand on somе guns, they know I get sh*t done (know I get sh*t done)
Drop them funds, my n*ggas bring back heads, and chase n*ggas that run (chase n*ggas that run)
I done blew a hunnid' thousand, wit' my n*ggas in one month
I was spending it on dumb sh*t, get the bag and f*ck it up
Coulda been dropped a chain
Coulda been dropped a ring
But what I been did was slid, most of the gang done caught a brain
I'll throw this sh*t away, I don't give a f*ck about no fame
A n*gga play with me, I'm crashing, so don't say my f*cking name
All these b*tch ass n*ggas playin', til they see they brother brain
That's the outcome of this sh*t, when you think playin' with me a game
I got aim, I say one word and they blast, n*gga
Cause them shooters paid, I send bro get on your ass, n*gga
.30 to his face (Yea!)
Christian Lou, bloody bottoms, I got spikes on my toes
They say diamonds losing value, so I might just keep the gold
In the trenches, wit my n*ggas, I get money, and buy souls
I'm wit backstreet, my bro say hit his line if you need them bowls
b*tch, I can make your dawg slime you out
n*gga took my brudda, b*tch, so that's the sh*t I'm slidin' bout
I can't let it go, he gon' forever, it's straight slaughter house
We come with automatics, man these n*ggas done brought the reaper out
Ayy, b*tch, take this di*k hoe, just keep it down (down)
Put your legs behind your head, just lay there, Imma beat it down (down)
I ain't bust yet, I'm off this X, b*tch, just turn around
Arch your back in, and call me Breezy while I dig you out (hahaha) (yea)
I got bodies, I get n*ggas found
Jump off in that water, and try dot I bet that n*gga drown
Shoot this b*tch for four minutes, we came wit a hunnid' rounds (what? what? what?)
n*gga we do no missin', jump out gang, we run you down (what? what? what?)
I just bought a new crib, that b*tch got hella space (b*tch got hella space)
Might just go cop me a cat, b*tch, cause now I'm hella paid (skrr)
n*ggas steady smoking who, what? He at heaven gates
Got this ass on the Choppa, it's never tired, like Kevin Gates
I been spending hella cash, these n*ggas mad I done bossed up (bossed up)
Put my name inside your song, lil' n*gga, it's gon' cost ya (cost ya)
Ugh, knock em off cuh, we get n*ggas taped up? (taped up?)
Ridin' with my young n*gga, hop out, let that drac bust? (drac bust?)
They know we stupid, we get every n*gga that played us (played us)
n*gga, so I advise you keep that thing tucked (Buh)
He like Nine, you banged up? (banged up?)
Dot done got em flamed up?
He say he smoke Rolo pack, (what?) now that n*gga winged up?
Dig him up, that n*gga dead (n*gga dead)
Ugh, .762 done hit his friend (hit his friend)
n*gga still sending n*ggas off the shards (yea) Get a n*gga hit for thirty thousand
Like that, b*tch RW, n*gga SRT on every Glock