Drop Shit

I ain't no rapper, I'm an artist
Yeah, run up on me, we gone drop him
Everybody knows I'm fly like a rocket
Yeah, everybody in my city knows that we drop shit
Yeah, we drop shit
Yeah, we drop shit
Yeah, we dro-o-o-o-op shit
Yeah, we drop shit
Yeah, we drop shit
Yeah, we dro-o-o-o-op shit

Yeah, ay
Yeah, we drop shit
Yeah, we drop shit
Don't run up on me wrong, we gone drop him
Yeah, that FN sing a song like a marching band
We gone shoot his ass until he in another land
Don't ask me for shit if you ain't the fam
When I get this money, when I get rich, imma give back
But I notice one thing, you ain't real like that
And you cannot ride with me cause you a little rat
Imma need a few racks for the feature
Wasn't with me, can't hit my reefer
Smokin this loud, can't hear ya
Only good vibes 'round me son
Know the code, boy, you ain't seen nun
Don't make me pull out the big gun
Foenem called me up he said it's done
I told him, like, which one
Yeah, smokin this gas imma vibe
Bout the bag, best know I'm about mines
Bad bitch pulled up, alright
Yeah, she gon fuck me all night
Bout them racks, best know I got em too
Don't make me have to pull out the tool
Yeah, you know that I was down for you
But you fucked it more up for you
Long live Pop Smoke, R.I.P the Woo
Why can't bloods and crips unite, red and blue
All that fake shit, yeah, I see it through
So if you try to play me, you the fool

I ain't no rapper, I'm an artist
Yeah, run up on me, we gone drop him
Everybody knows I'm fly like a rocket
Yeah, everybody in my city knows that we drop shit
Yeah, we drop shit
Yeah, we drop shit
Yeah, we dro-o-o-o-op shit
Yeah, we drop shit
Yeah, we drop shit
Yeah, we dro-o-o-o-op shit

Yeah, ay
Yeah, we drop shit
Yeah, we drop shit
Don't run up on me wrong, we gone drop him
Yeah, that FN sing a song like a marching band
We gone shoot his ass until he in another land
Sippin all this codeine like its water
Runnin on the spot, no, bitch, I ain't no jogger
And we ain't gotta call up Maury, bitch, I ain't the father
Girl, fuck yo ex and next man cause I'm way hotter
Soarin in the air
Bitch, get out of here
Oh, my pockets ain't fair
Your wife had an affair
With me, yeah
My wrist Patek Philippe
This ice, no, it ain't cheap
Can't do features for free
You tryna copy me
But you can't get like me
All these bitches, yeah, they scream
When they pull down my jeans
And I ain't talkin Billie Jean
Homie, what the fuck you mean
Pussy you a bean, I been smokin all this green
These VV's, yeah, they shine
You ain't mine
Only mine for the night, girl
You know I ain't kind
Faucet drippin liquid, it aint water, bitch, its wine
I don't eat the pussy, I'm a king, can't you read the sign
Your girl wanna fuck with me, oh my
You act like I'm the problem when she hit up my line
That lil bitch tried to snake me, she not my ride or die
Oh, wow

I ain't no rapper, I'm an artist
Yeah, run up on me, we gone drop him
Everybody knows I'm fly like a rocket
Yeah, everybody in my city knows that we drop shit
Yeah, we drop shit
Yeah, we drop shit
Yeah, we dro-o-o-o-op shit
Yeah, we drop shit
Yeah, we drop shit
Yeah, we dro-o-o-o-op shit