Drop Off Loads
These niggas be pussy these niggas be Hoes
I swea these niggas ain't bout it
I done ran this shit up I got racks in My bitches
Like fuck it I don't Wanna count it
I pull up with the gang my niggas Gone bang
I swear that this shit gone get violent
They buss at yo brain they won't say A thing
I swear they moving in silence
These niggas talk down yeah like a Nigga want Some smoke or some
Ion want that hoe that bitch burnt out
Come gimmie some throat or some
These niggas be fake I cut em off as soon as I Notice some
If rap don't work like fuck that shit
Imma drop off loads or some
Freaky lil bitch I love it when she kiss It
I gave her good dick she texting me She miss it
A nigga hard headed
I don't like to listen
I pop me a addy then I go to tripping
He think this shit sweet
We pull up with extensions
I can't love no bitch
I'm keeping this shit pimpin
No time to lay up I'm fucking then I'm dipping
I hit from the back
And put her in submission
I'm best at this shit bitches say I'm the Goat
Ion even wanna fuck
Put the dick in the throat
I got blue Hundreds on me just like Loc
Got that heat on my side it's a fye That I tote
Yeah I fucked her so good
She in love with my stroke
And her pussy so wet
Like she jumped off the boat
Bitch I'm Fresh as asf like
I soaked in some soap
I was down on my dick and I didn't have no hope
I was down on my dick and
I didn't have a dime
I swear that sometimes
I laugh from keep from crying
When I was I down bad they pay me No mind
I done ran this shit up bitches hitting My line
I'm sup in the dale bitch I ain hard to Find
Had to dip from the spot
I see 12 through the blinds
Don't compare me to shit
Bitch I'm one of a kind
Yeah These niggas ain't real
I can see through the signs
These niggas be pussy these niggas be Hoes
I swea these niggas ain't bout it
I done ran this shit up I got racks in My bitches Like fuck it I don't wanna Count it
I pull up with the gang my niggas Gone bang
I swear that this shit gone get violent
They buss at yo brain they won't say A thing
I swear they moving in silence
These niggas talk down yeah like a nigga want Some smoke or some
Ion want that hoe that bitch burnt Out
Come gimmie some throat or some
These niggas be fake I cut em off as Soon as I Notice some
If rap don't work like fuck that shit
Imma drop off loads or some
Hit his ass with that fye fye
Make his momma cry cry
Nigga you gone die die die yeah
Hit his ass with that fye fye fye yeah
I swea these niggas ain't bout it
I done ran this shit up I got racks in My bitches
Like fuck it I don't Wanna count it
I pull up with the gang my niggas Gone bang
I swear that this shit gone get violent
They buss at yo brain they won't say A thing
I swear they moving in silence
These niggas talk down yeah like a Nigga want Some smoke or some
Ion want that hoe that bitch burnt out
Come gimmie some throat or some
These niggas be fake I cut em off as soon as I Notice some
If rap don't work like fuck that shit
Imma drop off loads or some
Freaky lil bitch I love it when she kiss It
I gave her good dick she texting me She miss it
A nigga hard headed
I don't like to listen
I pop me a addy then I go to tripping
He think this shit sweet
We pull up with extensions
I can't love no bitch
I'm keeping this shit pimpin
No time to lay up I'm fucking then I'm dipping
I hit from the back
And put her in submission
I'm best at this shit bitches say I'm the Goat
Ion even wanna fuck
Put the dick in the throat
I got blue Hundreds on me just like Loc
Got that heat on my side it's a fye That I tote
Yeah I fucked her so good
She in love with my stroke
And her pussy so wet
Like she jumped off the boat
Bitch I'm Fresh as asf like
I soaked in some soap
I was down on my dick and I didn't have no hope
I was down on my dick and
I didn't have a dime
I swear that sometimes
I laugh from keep from crying
When I was I down bad they pay me No mind
I done ran this shit up bitches hitting My line
I'm sup in the dale bitch I ain hard to Find
Had to dip from the spot
I see 12 through the blinds
Don't compare me to shit
Bitch I'm one of a kind
Yeah These niggas ain't real
I can see through the signs
These niggas be pussy these niggas be Hoes
I swea these niggas ain't bout it
I done ran this shit up I got racks in My bitches Like fuck it I don't wanna Count it
I pull up with the gang my niggas Gone bang
I swear that this shit gone get violent
They buss at yo brain they won't say A thing
I swear they moving in silence
These niggas talk down yeah like a nigga want Some smoke or some
Ion want that hoe that bitch burnt Out
Come gimmie some throat or some
These niggas be fake I cut em off as Soon as I Notice some
If rap don't work like fuck that shit
Imma drop off loads or some
Hit his ass with that fye fye
Make his momma cry cry
Nigga you gone die die die yeah
Hit his ass with that fye fye fye yeah
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Writer(s): Ronnie Scott
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