q da fool & kenny beats - drop lyrics
[intro]
whoa, kenny
d-mn
[chorus]
got her legs up (legs up), like a tesla truck (tesla truck)
b-tch said i f-cked her bed up, uh, made her catch the nut
i got n-ggas in the feds but that time don’t get the best of them
i gotta keep one in the head, bruh, get caught without it then you’re f-ckin’ dead
i got the work out, i beat the block out
i had to workout, n-ggas got knocked out
i had that dirt, i’m talkin’ ’bout dirt
guess what, b-tch? i got that drop now
was snipin’ so wrong, that’s when the pockets touched down
my n-ggas reckless, they robbin’ the trucks now
talkin’ ’bout brinks, f-ck these cuban links
wrist game crazy, think i need a shrink
[verse 1]
all of my k!llers gon’ spray for me
right or wrong, they not gon’ fight at all (b-tch)
better ask ’bout the last n-gga play with me (play with me)
we aired him out, he wasn’t livin’ long
i’m on the designer sh-t, on the designer sh-t (designer)
i’m in the city gettin’ hit by the finest b-tch
you ain’t livin’ like that, you just on some rhymin’ sh-t
walk in with my chains and i change the climate, b-tch
i’m a rich shoota, might spin in the ghost
extended my flow, b-tch, i’m a goat (a goat)
i think i know why these old n-ggas mad
21, and i’m rich, and they startin’ to get mold (b-tch)
that’s not a hundred pounds, that’s not a load
where i’m from it be goin’ down, you can get smoked
we slide on your block, no joke
ride with a glock, turn an opp -ss to toast
take his b-tch to my crib and i
[chorus]
got her legs up (legs up), like a tesla truck (tesla truck)
b-tch said i f-cked her bed up, uh, made her catch the nut
i got n-ggas in the feds but that time don’t get the best of them
i gotta keep one in the head, bruh, get caught without it then you’re f-ckin’ dead
i got the work out, i beat the block out
i had to workout, n-ggas got knocked out
i had that dirt, i’m talkin’ ’bout dirt
guess what, b-tch? i got that drop now
was snipin’ so wrong, that’s when the pockets touched down
my n-ggas reckless, they robbin’ the trucks now
talkin’ ’bout brinks, f-ck these cuban links
wrist game crazy, think i need a shrink
[verse 2]
why you keep talkin’ like that? you don’t mean it
d-mn, n-ggas hate for no reason (no reason)
24/7, that’s kick door season (kick door season)
got bricks, i need ’em (i need it)
i got that hundred round clip, i feed it
.556 leave you not breathing
you in love with a b-tch, me and a can’t be dreamin’
n-ggas tweet on the ‘net, don’t say sh-t when they see it
oh sh-t, that’s 12, i’ma yam it out (yam it out)
one trap, two bricks, them young n-ggas jammin’ out (they jammin’ out)
three things i care about (care about)
my sons, rich shootas, b-tch, and that drug route
take it to the kitchen, bust it down
take it to the room and bust ’em down
all my guns come from russia now (russia)
i got custom rounds
[chorus]
got her legs up (legs up), like a tesla truck (tesla truck)
b-tch said i f-cked her bed up, uh, made her catch the nut
i got n-ggas in the feds but that time don’t get the best of them
i gotta keep one in the head, bruh, get caught without it then you’re f-ckin’ dead
i got the work out, i beat the block out
i had to workout, n-ggas got knocked out
i had that dirt, i’m talkin’ ’bout dirt
guess what, b-tch? i got that drop now
was snipin’ so wrong, that’s when the pockets touched down
my n-ggas reckless, they robbin’ the trucks now
talkin’ ’bout brinks, f-ck these cuban links
wrist game crazy, think i need a shrink
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