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dro montana - intro lyrics

i’m tired of playing wit’ you cap ass n+ggas man. (gone)
if it ain’t loco, it’s a no go

(chorus)
lil n+gga don’t play you’ll get yo’ ass murked
burn yo’ ass down when it come to that work
twitchin’ and itchin’ like i’m on a perc
boy you a cap, kno we did this sh+t first
send off a box turn that b+tch to a bird
get ‘em knocked off with the sound of a word
switchin’ these lanes yeah she like how i swerve
these n+ggas the jakes so just watch who you serve
that n+gga a dub he gone get his ass hit
you send me them bands and i’ll send you a brick
not leaving the house unless i got my stick
i’ll air yo’ sh+t out i don’t care who you with
he talking big mans, b+tch what’s the deal
walk yo’ ass down you get hit with that steel
cook yo’ ass up turn that boy to a meal
not chasing no b+tch only chase dolla bills

if i’m in the trap you can get you a bell
(you can get you a bell)
if i’m in the trap you can get you a bell
(huhh you can get you a bell)
if i’m in the trap you can get you a bell
i eyeball the work i don’t need no scale
triple seal the work it don’t leave no smell
if you come to the trap n+gga just don’t tell
(verse 1)
drip, drip, drip on me & i keep that stick on me
for any n+gga plotting you could never hit a l!ck on me
run up in yo’ spot with my dawgs yeah we like 20 deep
balling like i’m jordan slanging elbows for the 23
walkin’ through the party watch yo toes please don’t step on my feet
giuseppe stepping went and spent 2k just for a pair of sneaks
i don’t keep up with the joneses i am the joneses b+tch i feel like nene leakes
that boy a cap he pillow talking that ain’t how you keep it street
i’m really in the trap can give two f+cks about the industry
these n+ggas cappin’ on the internet but they won’t mention me

(chorus)

lil n+gga don’t play you’ll get yo’ ass murked
burn yo’ ass down when it come to that work
twitchin’ and itchin’ like i’m on a perc
boy you a cap, kno we did this sh+t first
send off a box turn that b+tch to a bird
get ‘em knocked off with the sound of a word
switchin’ these lanes yeah she like how i swerve
these n+ggas the jakes so just watch who you serve
that n+gga a dub he gone get his ass hit
you send me them bands and i’ll send you a brick
not leaving the house unless i got my stick
i’ll air yo’ sh+t out i don’t care who you with
he talking big mans, b+tch what’s the deal
walk yo’ ass down you get hit with that steel
cook yo’ ass up turn that boy to a meal
not chasing no b+tch only chase dolla bills
(verse 2)
wake up in the morning take a walk to chase and break the bank
i’m a rich young rasta i do what you broke ass n+ggas can’t
i might just have to off this n+gga let me grab the 38
trappin’ day and night going hard without no lunch breaks
wake up in the morning hoppin’ straight up in the kitchen
turn into a chemist in my bedroom slippers
you betta get yo’ b+tch cause if you don’t then ima dip her
upper echelon i ain’t no ordinary n+gga
these b+tches flocking left and right thinking i’m a tipper
these b+tches thinking im a tipper

(chorus)

- dro montana lyrics

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