Dro-T lyrics

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She gon' ride like a horse, got her yellin’ out ‘Giddy Up!'
Bout' action B, and I still got the glizzy tucked
I heard your grandma got cookies at her house
So when I push it, you know ima’ stick it up
I heard he cap when he rap, he ain't livin like that
How you gangster but act like a rat?
Open up with that gat and I give him a tat
Snap his back like a snapback and knock off his hat

How you hate on OT but wanna talk like me
Walk like me, wanna rock like me
I kick in the door just like Bruce Lee
Cold like iced tea
Wanna rock like Keke
Body haters they know I'm thе caca
We get it crackalackin' on my side
Groovin' my loco
Wе geeking off ____

Make a chop stick do a drop kick (fa fa)
I be puffin' that Reggie, my eyes feelin' heavy
That dirty make my brain feel like it's jelly
I took me some acid
And I got to crackin’
Woke up with a body
I don’t know what happened
I hit me some coke, taste the drip in my throat
Now I'm scratchin’ I'm missin' I'm fiending for more
I’m gon beat up the pack in the back of the sto'
You gon' get your ass jacked for some crack and more
I'll break on a white b*tch
Break on a black hoe
Break on a skinny b*tch
Break on a fat hoe
You don't know which one to pick?
Eenie meanie minie mo

Play with my money, I put a tag on a toe
Make a _____ my ass then suck on my di*k
Money like sc8ter boy how I make it kick flip
Ima made a boy fumble
Get hit with the blitz

I stay ready to run boy I walk with a stick (right on')
For some bread ima run through his home
Like my daddy I'm bad to the bone
I don't know but I can't see that it can't be
OT no I can't be cloned
Marijuana is my cologne
You don't wanna get your head blown
I'm a stoner
Light up the bong
Makin' big ball moves like Al Capone

[DroDi]
Ay, I bust two nuts in this b*tch, she a peanut
f*ck one time then turn John Cena
You can't see me hoe
Slippin arenas
Come out the water Freeport, not Kemah
Dirty my city, they calling up F.E.M.A
Hoe really crazy she think that I need her
I spend racks on just some sneakers
I'm out of range
Like too many meters
Hop in the price in the middle of a drought
f*ck with a rubber and still pullin' out
Me and your mom how we f*ck on the couch
Bust in the jowl and it's all leakin' out

Big fat nuts not brussel sprouts
Big cars big chains
Cause I'm from the South
Just don't walk up in my house
That's a trap like cheese and mouse

If you get hit with the gat you get hit with the gat
I ain't callin the cuz
Ima just let you lay

Smokin new flavors it's straight out The Bay
If he talkin exotics just throw him 4K
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So if you ain't buying weed get the f*ck out my face
Ho you a pus*y b*tch put on some lace
———— and racks used to be one case

When they ask me how I'm doing I say mane I'm doing great
I just picked me up a new whip
And some weed from outer space
I be smokin on exotics, full g autos, twenty-eights
Also shout out to my shop
713 that's on my plates
Yeah my Slapwood, that b*tch fat
Cause I roll at least an eighth
And I'm hungry than a b*tch
I hustle like I barely ate
Yeah I make plays every day
I'm like what the f*ck's a break?
And I can't even name one b*tch I ain't f*cked after a date

Yeah, yeah