migo lee - drop shit lyrics
[intro]
(two+for+the+three)
(young and im violent, n+gga)
(young and im violent, n+gga)
(two+for+the+three, for real)
[chorus]
just me and my glock, i dont need no coat
i jump out the whip and shoot like kobe
lil’ ten got an opp glock, as a hood trophy
don’t shoot out the whip, you know im gonna pocket
come with that drac, drop sh+t on the market
ain’t selling no sticks, ain’t sh+t on the market
im from the y but im banging that v
i come with that sh+t, drop sh+t on the v
i knew about them, and they knew about me
that n+gga a b+tch but i’m really a creep
spinning in any car, n+gga it’s free
i knock off yo arm, won’t shoot at your knee
wopskino bin laden and i’m bombing yo street
try to sell me a car, better come with a key
[verse]
diss on the gang, you dead
come with that fifth, get hit in his head
my young n+ggas turnt, all they seeing is red
if i run into— shh, imma knock off his dreads
i don’t know why he dissed, that n+gga crippled
i don’t know why they dissing, he got hit in temple
try to beef gonna die, n+gga it’s simple
keep asking for money, the b+tch im a pimp
you try to jump in, yo ass getting dunked on
you calling her phone and the b+tch getting f+cked on
imma nut in the b+tch or face getting bust on
imma f+ck on the b+tch, send her back in the morning
young n violent we turnt, we do all the scoring
lil two for the three, i do all the trapping
broke ass n+ggas, they do all the capping
you ain’t did sh+t, how the f+ck is you active?
tryna get out they body, we got sh+t craking
i just get in that car, i ain’t doing no dissing
i just get out that car and leave sh+t twitching
[chorus]
just me and my glock, i dont need no coat
i jump out the whip and shoot like kobe
lil’ ten got an opp glock, as a hood trophy
don’t shoot out the whip, you know im gonna pocket
come with that drac, drop sh+t on the market
ain’t selling no sticks, ain’t sh+t on the market
im from the y but im banging that v
i come with that sh+t, drop sh+t on the v
i knew about them, and they knew about me
that n+gga a b+tch but i’m really a creep
spinning in any car, n+gga it’s free
i knock off yo arm, won’t shoot at your knee
wopskino bin laden and i’m bombing yo street
try to sell me a car, better come with a key
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