drop my shit

They say they want that new shit Go on let a nigga poop then
Lost my mind where the booth is can you tell me where the truth is
What would I do without my music fuck that thought I would lose it

This gotta nigga feeling groovy and Im back so get it like you really you knew me
Need a good girl that look bad in a two piece ya dude got mad when you told him that you knew me
Stay in yo lane boy Im un-fuck with-able If I did hit then Im unforgettable
Now Im twenty two got no baby mommas
Ain't dealing with no drama digits in front of my commas
Still dreams of California going crazy from boredom
But work hard man I ain't tryin to take no orders
Give someone an inch they running border to border
I want my bread to flow like the name was two quarters
Gotta start somewhere but fuck the other players
Fuck all the problems screaming you cant avoid me
You just annoy me could never destroy me
Coming back slicing at yo ass Jason Voorhees
Viced thats me
I like everything you do to me
That's rare come fuck with me
Everywhere who the fuck told me that life was fair
No one have fun thats real shit on everything

Drop my shit on the sidewalk and they know its me
Drop my shit on the sidewalk and they know its me
Drop my shit on the sidewalk and they know its me
Drop my shit on the sidewalk and they know
Drop my shit on the sidewalk and they know its me
Drop my shit on the sidewalk and they know its me
Drop my shit on the sidewalk and they know its me
Drop my shit on the sidewalk and they know its me
Know its me



Credits
Writer(s): Nikko Dean Beason
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