sha hef - straight drop lyrics
[hook]
straight drop what i sip, drop it in and then i whip
richie porter with the wrist, 900 for a zip
35 to a brick, 39’s in the stick
gettin’ money out a b-tch, owe me money get ’em hit
straight drop what i sip, drop it in and then i whip
richie porter with the wrist, 900 for a zip
35 to a brick, 39’s in the stick
gettin’ money out a b-tch, owe me money get ’em hit
[verse 1]
pour up and sip on that straight drop
whippin’ the pot ’til the yay’s locked
post up and push ’til the pay stop
lil’ n-gg-s play then them k’s pop
keep the rug’ tucked in the safe house
you in the house, get the sales up
you runnin’ chips with the maze route
i run the streets with the base out
straight drop it ain’t no medicine
same as the sh-t that we peddlin’
bricks as hard like kevin federline
cut it clean and call it meddlin’
junkies still knockin’ then let ’em in
you just a rat, i bring cheddar in
on the corner i’m a letterman, kid billy i’m a veteran
half a brack to fill his baby shoes
hit a n-gg- turn his head to baby food
think these gravy n-gg-s better pay me deuce
pull up on you wavy like the navy do
billy gang that’s the baby zoo
know some neighborhoods rockin’ navy blue
got some haiti’s babys gettin’ brazy too
they extort a n-gg- like baby do
[hook]
straight drop what i sip, drop it in and then i whip
richie porter with the wrist, 900 for a zip
35 to a brick, 39’s in the stick
gettin’ money out a b-tch, owe me money get ’em hit
straight drop what i sip, drop it in and then i whip
richie porter with the wrist, 900 for a zip
35 to a brick, 39’s in the stick
gettin’ money out a b-tch, owe me money get ’em hit
[verse 2]
tech gang, i don’t sip ‘tuss, straight drop, i don’t sip cut
movin’ weight like we on nectar
all that pillow talking got your b-tch f-cked
otm, we the new team, feel like ’92 and we’re the dream team
serve the sh-t that makes the fiends lean
you ain’t in the hood, that’s a green screen
cop by the pound, sellin’ retail, i can’t be texting no details
i’m bustin’ juggs via email, rackin’ up g’s via gmail
never put trust in a female, put him on the stand i bet he’ll tell
singing so much he could beat kells
throwin’ up c’s he gon’ see sh-lls
hollow heads get a hollow tip, drain a clip and let him follow it
so much sauce i could bottle it, sell it to your b-tch and let her swallow it
spit it out and she gon’ model it, still givin’ out swallow sh-ts
me i’m all about a dollar b-tch, money, drugs, hood politics
[hook]
straight drop what i sip, drop it in and then i whip
richie porter with the wrist, 900 for a zip
35 to a brick, 39’s in the stick
gettin’ money out a b-tch, owe me money get ’em hit
straight drop what i sip, drop it in and then i whip
richie porter with the wrist, 900 for a zip
35 to a brick, 39’s in the stick
gettin’ money out a b-tch, owe me money get ’em hit
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