YoungBoy Never Broke Again

"DROP’EM"

[Intro]
Ayy, turn me up Nin' (Uh, uh, uh)
Ayy, Lil Top (Uh, buh, buh, buh)
Ayy, we really in the streets with this sh*t boy (Buh, buh)
I can't trust nobody
b*tch, I'ma shoot VP if anythin' go wrong (How you bummin'?)

[Chorus]
Shawty gave the drop and we popped and we popped (Yeah)
Catch the other n*gga, we gon' drop (We gon' drop, yeah)
pus*y who gon' do it with Don Dotta, yeah (They won't do it)
Catch me prolly tourin' with them shottas, yeah
Roll that dope up
That n*gga a b*tch, I split his mans, yeah
Check the scoreboard
That's why he mad, them n*ggas lame, yeah
Posted up, grave diggin' where that gang at?
Lil Top, let's go
b*tch, how you be talkin' when your brains blow?
b*tch, blow your pole

[Verse]
Scary ass, dirty in my past with these hunnid rolls
Could teach a class with all these stacks, the way my money flows
Yeah, I spent three-fifty and more just for my f*ckin' Rolls
f*ck, I give a b*tch two-fifty or more, I bet I bust his dome
This that flexin' talk
I just pulled this b*tch from out the bank, now watch that, make that, woah
Leave these b*tches blind, I'm so shine the way this Patek spark
Rest out in the North, get my day one, I flip that cutter off
Pressure been applied, why I'm so up, it ain't my f*ckin' fault
Ah, yeah, I say bump it down
Best not keep that talkin' out your head
I took fifty pounds, flew that sh*t from Cali to that bay
b*tch, don't turn around, I say just go down, gimme head
Police crackin' down, f*ckin' beat the case, we bust his head
So f*ckin' slimy, n*gga, check your climate with your red
They say, "A-I ballin'," they say, "A-I bust a n*gga head"
Get the drop up on 'em
I got ten just for where he stand
Do a pop up on 'em
They gon' leave 'em stretched before I pay

[Chorus]
Shawty gave the drop and we popped and we popped (Yeah)
Catch the other n*gga, we gon' drop (We gon' drop, yeah)
pus*y who gon' do it with Don Dotta, yeah (They won't do it)
Catch me prolly tourin' with them shottas, yeah
Roll that dope up
That n*gga a b*tch, I split his mans, yeah
Check the scoreboard
That's why he mad, them n*ggas lame, yeah
Posted up, grave diggin' where that gang at?
Dig up your bro
b*tch, how you be talkin' when your brains blow?
b*tch, blow your pole

[Outro]
Gave the drop and we popped and we popped 'em n*gga
They done showed up and we dropped, and we dropped 'em
pus*y don't wanna do it with Don Dotta, with Don Dotta
Catch me prolly tourin' with them shottas, with them shottas
n*gga still-, f*ck
Ayy, I'm still flexin', still steppin
I don't give a f*ck (Ayy, yeah, ayy YB, whatcha on n*gga?)
Don't know why a n*gga be doin' all that ho ass sh*t (Turn me up four)
But you a gangsta (Yeah)
I bet those n*ggas around you be lookin' at you
n*gga, you a priv' b*tch, yeah
I'm with the sh*t, you could suck my di*k, n*gga
Gang sh*t, no lame sh*t
You know what it is, play game, get your brain split (Yeah, n*gga)
Free DDawg

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