Drop (feat. Vraww)

She making it drop for a nigga
She making it pop for a nigga
Why he ran up
He juss got pop for a nigga
When she top me
Told ha make it the sloppiest nigga
She making it drop for a nigga
She making it pop for a nigga
Why he ran up
He juss got pop for a nigga
When she top me
Told ha make it the sloppiest nigga

Hold up
Different batch
This Gotti
Getting money
im feeling like Gotti
Gett too it by any means
Nobody can stop me
Grind hard
Juss too fill up the pockets
He working for a bitch
The pussy must got him
How you got money
And don't have no problems
Everybody with you
When they see that you balling
He hate on his brother
He's whactumalcallit
Scared niggas
But he young
And so heartless
Stealing shit
Like My name Jackie Robinson
He hid in his ness
Noo Donovan
Stop all the cap
I can see that you borrowed it
Deep in his bitch
Like a wideout
I caught it
How you broke
But you claim that you balling
Fake it too you make it
I guess what they call it
Ice Ent
Finna blow up
Like Saudi
Fucking his bitch
The pussy start farting

She making it drop for a nigga
She making it pop for a nigga
Why he ran up
He juss got pop for a nigga
When she top me
Told ha make it the sloppiest nigga
She making it drop for a nigga
She making it pop for a nigga
Why he ran up
He juss got pop for a nigga
When she top me
Told ha make it the sloppiest nigga

She make it pop for a real nigga
Tommy gun wearing hilfiger
Teddy smooth no Bridgewater
Fucked a mom & her real daughter
I get a bag, then i spend a bag
Fast top like ceiling fan
No taxes cause of uncle sam
Old school like my granny van
I be sticked up, like a beaver van
Hot pistols no heater jam
Bad ass mamacíta man
She give me top, don't use hers hands
Ion never wanna be her man
That was my lil bitch on the side
Ima fuck that bitch then hide
BYE BYE

She making it drop for a nigga
She making it pop for a nigga
Why he ran up
He juss got pop for a nigga
When she top me
Told ha make it the sloppiest nigga
She making it drop for a nigga
She making it pop for a nigga
Why he ran up
He juss got pop for a nigga
When she top me
Told ha make it the sloppiest nigga

She making it drop damn
They wanna copy a nigga
Come at me wrong I'm a drop me a nigga
She giving me neck and it's sloppy like rivers
Give her the wood call me master no splinter
They saying that Flatout he don't got no feelings
Named the Benz weezy it don't got no ceilings
I don't bite my tongue cause I don't got no filter
So how can you feel me
Damn I got that lil bitch on the pole
Aye I'm in love with her throat
Aye even she do the most
I still fuck with her the most
Aye pull up off in a ghost
Aye right lane and I'm swerving
She got the drop I think she perfect
She got olive skin think she Persian damn
It's Dirty Flat

She making it drop for a nigga
She making it pop for a nigga
Why he ran up
He juss got pop for a nigga
When she top me
Told ha make it the sloppiest nigga
She making it drop for a nigga
She making it pop for a nigga
Why he ran up
He juss got pop for a nigga
When she top me
Told ha make it the sloppiest nigga



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Writer(s): Devin Scott
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