teejay3k – got the drop lyrics
[intro]
dave-o, make me a slap
[chorus]
oh sh-t, i just got the drop on that n-gga
if i see him, then catch him, spin the block on that n-gga
why these n-ggas pump fakin’ like they rock with a n-gga?
you wasn’t with me late nights whippin’ pots with a n-gga
what you thought, lil’ n-gga? stop playin’ with a g
like a locksmith, i be playin’ with the keys
that n-gga ain’t on my level, stop comparin’ him to me
honestly i’m ’bout whatever, i’m the man in these streets, yeah
[verse 1]
if he playin’ with the team, leave his head on the seat
crackers lurkin’ so i had to put my mans on beat
he an’t have a chance to breathe, he was dead on the scene
ain’t remember where it happened, i was dead out the league
i been f-ckin’ n-ggas’ b-tches for a long time
she suckin’ d-ck right now, you hit the ho up at the wrong time
split a n-gga’s wig in a long time
so you b-tch n-ggas better not cross the wrong line
i got it on me, yeah, i’m ridin’ with the rod
i’m not playin’, n-gga, you can get shot, shot
what the business is, what you tryna do?
i got clips for the team, n-gga, they can get it too
i got pints of the lean, i got boot
i got freak b-tches for the weekend gettin’ loose
how you carry that strap but you won’t shoot?
f-ck that talkin’ sh-t, n-gga, let it loose, let it loose
[chorus]
oh sh-t, i just got the drop on that n-gga
if i see him, then catch him, spin the block on that n-gga
why these n-ggas pump fakin’ like they rock with a n-gga?
you wasn’t with me late nights whippin’ pots with a n-gga
what you thought, lil’ n-gga? stop playin’ with a g
like a locksmith, i be playin’ with the keys
that n-gga ain’t on my level, stop comparin’ him to me
honestly i’m ’bout whatever, i’m the man in these streets, yeah
[verse 2]
f-ck the club ‘less i’m gettin’ in with my gun
you conversate with the police, we don’t never talk about none’
f-ck a b-tch in the moonlight, probably bust in her, no gun
i catch a dub loafin’, i shoot at him just for fun, more than once
all you tommy head -ss got no business
i don’t do no drugs but i’ll shoot front the witness
n-gga all in my mentions, i feel no tension
give your mama d-ck ‘fore you glizzy with an extension
probably should’ve mentioned if it ain’t about the bands then it’s flu game
i’m flooded so tell ’em to step they damage up
high speed, i was in a rover, not a challenger
jewelry break dancin’ for days, talk about stamina
you don’t push a line, you should back it off, you don’t want the mac involved
chopper take a bite and that’s before we grab the macintosh
louis v, talkin’ ’bout money, she tried to jack me off
worry what it cost, that’s a problem that i haven’t crossed, n-gga
[chorus]
oh sh-t, i just got the drop on that n-gga
if i see him, then catch him, spin the block on that n-gga
why these n-ggas pump fakin’ like they rock with a n-gga?
you wasn’t with me late nights whippin’ pots with a n-gga
what you thought, lil’ n-gga? stop playin’ with a g
like a locksmith, i be playin’ with the keys
that n-gga ain’t on my level, stop comparin’ him to me
honestly i’m ’bout whatever, i’m the man in these streets, yeah
[verse 3]
big dawg chew, i do big dawg sh-t
paper gettin’ long like extendo clips
nine times out of ten i’m probably in your b-tch
yeah, i started from the soil, tryna end up rich
you ain’t cut from this cloth, this that up type sh-t
you cornball n-ggas i just can’t rock with
whole clique certified, i’m the one they can’t deny
i remember bein’ broke, now it’s checks from bmi
pullin’ up in that beamer, relaxin’ with my feet up
had to go and get my eats up, they want pictures when they see us
now it cost paper just to meet us, just to greet us
walk around with the racks and it’s bands on the visa
i been a star, b-tch, i’m legendary
dope d-ck had her in love like it’s february
you n-ggas very scary, i can’t hang ’round y’all
takin’ off on n-ggas like rondo did paul
[chorus]
oh sh-t, i just got the drop on that n-gga
if i see him, then catch him, spin the block on that n-gga
why these n-ggas pump fakin’ like they rock with a n-gga?
you wasn’t with me late nights whippin’ pots with a n-gga
what you thought, lil’ n-gga? stop playin’ with a g
like a locksmith, i be playin’ with the keys
that n-gga ain’t on my level, stop comparin’ him to me
honestly i’m ’bout whatever, i’m the man in these streets, yeah
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