Str8 Drop

I do not fuck with the fed cops
Just fucked this bitch she want baby out wedlock
I done burned down her top, yea the head hot
Talkin' about fye fye, shit red like the dreadlocks
I been after this paper like hedgehog
Thought she can stay with me, I told her hell naw
Smokin' Runtz with my nigga, the edge off
Walk in the mall and this bitch like "I smell yall"

Twist up the gas, dip the blunt in some sizzurp
Spanish bitch teasin', she sendin' me pictures
I'm out the way but she know when I get there
Eat up my dick, beat the pussy like Blizzard
Had me mistaken she thought I would kiss her
I'm smokin' Propane she know what's for dinner
I only want sex but she know I won't rent her
Bitch can't get no gwalla so she actin' bitter

Finna put my foot up in this rap shit
Bitches trynna trap shit
Runnin' them bands, overlap it
Hop on the beat, watch I slap shit
Bouji bitch with me, she look like a actress
She goin' all out her way for the package
I pop a bean and I work her, attack it
Young nigga really was fuckin' on ratchets
Now I got tennis chains on me no practice
Walk in this bitch get a look as I enter
I need a baddie shoot my shot at SZA
I'ma young nigga but fuck it I dig her
She bless the mic and I fuck with her figure
Old bitches tweakin' call me off of jiggas
Can't ride the wave like some muthafuckin' scissors
I'm trynna push me a muthafuckin' Fisker
Til then I'm workin' I'm grindin' no blisters



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Writer(s): Bally Money
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