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yo gotti - drop it off lyrics

[intro-yo gotti]
this some gangster sh-t
n-gga before all the lights, cameras and action n-gga
it was pitch black dark, n-ggas with ski masks
n-ggas with choppers, don’t take one to the bottom of their shoes
n-ggas who good, you know what time it is

[chorus-yo gotti]
got to get my -ss in, got to get my -ss in
got to get my, got to get my, got to get my hands in
drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
got to get my, got to get my, got to get my -ss in
got to get my -ss in, got to get my -ss in
drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off

[verse 1-yo gotti]
face down, n-gga
play if you want to homie
strap in your face, b-tch
n-ggas know they don’t want it
no it ain’t no secret
n-ggas coming to get it
don’t be looking surprised
you know a n-gga will get it
n-ggas roll in their grave
no memphis walk-ins like brown
n-ggas show us their work
and we laying that -ss down
hundred g’s are better
n-ggas going to get hurt
ten stacks in the morgue
of n-ggas that get murked
hiding in the bushes with choppers and all black
f-ck you in the house and that’s where they stash it
d-mn, my home murked so i know it’s in here
and if i’m wrong b-tch, i’ll make you wish it was here
whoop his -ss, cut his head, do him bad with the pistols
pull the trigger baby mrs. gonna phone people
n-ggas get money, working with the set
know they business, when i hit the door they holla words back

[chorus-yo gotti]
got to get my -ss in, got to get my -ss in
got to get my, got to get my, got to get my -ss in
drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
got to get my -ss in, got to get my -ss in
got to get my, got to get my, got to get my -ss in
drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off

[verse 2- la chat]
i’m maxed out, got to get my -ss in
got to come up on a couple of stacks before the weekend
load up my 45 ready to go on a mission
trying to see which one of these suckers i can catch slippin’
is it you, with the 22’s, perfect for my deuce deuce
drop it off, b-tch before i put your life on snooze snooze
tie your -ss up to the bumper of my dark truck
playing with the gas, it’s your -ss on my hand bruh
take me to your stash in the bas-m-nt of your mommy’s house
need to move fast before i blast, pistol in your mouth
f-cking with these b-tches, and you know these hoes talk
laughing, bragging about some sh-t that they feign that they saw
overheard your conversation and they act like i ain’t listen much
scope your -ss out, caught you slipping while you p-ssing
no waiting on the pay day, flying on the get away
get the units there and throw my hat away

[verse 3-allstar]
ride through the east side
cash through my stumpy grounds
when street lights come on
weak n-ggas don’t come around
’cause you n-ggas be robbing me
you don’t want no problems
when it’s going down, i’m the only one who can stop them
i call the shots, i’m a dawg, i don’t play at all
knows where you’re from, who the boss
i’ma break them all
situations get drastic about that paper dawg
get a call, “i got your baby momma n-gga pay the cost”
i keep a full clip that’ll wake you up
hoe, i could get your main b-tch to come and set you up
n-ggas say they ain’t going, i’m like ok
i bet he changes tune with a 40 in his face
catch a n-gga slipping i’m going to take him off his feet
and i don’t mean no harm, but my people got to eat
that’s how it is, yea that’s how it’s got to be
sh-t, it’s better you than me, drop it off n-gga

[outro-yo gotti]
so that’s how it’s going to be, huh?!
you want us to keep putting in work like it’s nothing?!
well then so be it
i told y’all n-ggas yesterday, i’ma tell you to stop

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