DROP
One on my tongue
Wait, wait, I don't want to
Don't feel a thing, oh well, think I need two
Two for the road
I'll just say it's for you
Dropping
Dropping
Now you dropping you can't feel that shit
Sometimes feel like Steven Spielberg, horror seems to fill my fix
Hoe I'm trynna feel dem tits, my bad that's just it kicking in
Falling on the floor and I can't help it, no I can't resist
Baby baby girl I love you, love you
Let's just go and have some kids
Get the fuck a, fuck away from me, I don't know who you is
Where the fuck, the fuck my phone at
I think that my mama called
What you, what you mean I haven't moved or even made a sound
Hands inside the ride
It's too late to call it quits
Feel like we goin' slow
We only on hour six
Damn what I get into
I feel like a fuckin' fool
Jump inside that fuckin' uh
Yeah, it's a doctor
Test like you a proctor
Oh she wanna pop but, she won't do it proper
Pop up somewhere later
Private population
I been peaking two damn times
Don't know last time I've 8-10
Yeah 4-10 we've got a problem
Yes, Houston got a problem
Keep on poppin' these popper wheelies and boy you bound to pop 'em, yeah
No stopping, they watching, fuck it we still ain't stopping
Crash the whip the first time we lit up, we had to duck and dodge 'em damn
A nigga throwing up
Can't even hold it up
I know they know it's us
I don't know who to trust
They tell me cough it up
I couldn't cough it up
'Cause I was coughing up
Open the coffin up
Wait, wait, I don't want to
Don't feel a thing, oh well, think I need two
Two for the road
I'll just say it's for you
Dropping
Dropping
Now you dropping you can't feel that shit
Sometimes feel like Steven Spielberg, horror seems to fill my fix
Hoe I'm trynna feel dem tits, my bad that's just it kicking in
Falling on the floor and I can't help it, no I can't resist
Baby baby girl I love you, love you
Let's just go and have some kids
Get the fuck a, fuck away from me, I don't know who you is
Where the fuck, the fuck my phone at
I think that my mama called
What you, what you mean I haven't moved or even made a sound
Hands inside the ride
It's too late to call it quits
Feel like we goin' slow
We only on hour six
Damn what I get into
I feel like a fuckin' fool
Jump inside that fuckin' uh
Yeah, it's a doctor
Test like you a proctor
Oh she wanna pop but, she won't do it proper
Pop up somewhere later
Private population
I been peaking two damn times
Don't know last time I've 8-10
Yeah 4-10 we've got a problem
Yes, Houston got a problem
Keep on poppin' these popper wheelies and boy you bound to pop 'em, yeah
No stopping, they watching, fuck it we still ain't stopping
Crash the whip the first time we lit up, we had to duck and dodge 'em damn
A nigga throwing up
Can't even hold it up
I know they know it's us
I don't know who to trust
They tell me cough it up
I couldn't cough it up
'Cause I was coughing up
Open the coffin up
Credits
Writer(s): Michee Lebrun, John Julian, Ronald La Tour, Daveon Jackson
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