DROP (feat. Mr B Man)

Brooklyn to the heights shit
(Gang)
Pagne
(You know)
Mr. Bman

Yea you know I got the drop
(Yea you know it)
(Aye)
We gon' pull up on your block
(Skrrrt)
Shawty love my bop
(Aye)
(Woop)
Brought a K up in the spot
(Bllltt)
Niggas thought I was down bad
(Aye)
Had to take it to the top
Nigga show me where the racks at
(Where the racks)
Money counter never stop
Bitch so bad, whip so fast aye
(Aye)
All this cash count it fast aye
(Aye)
In my bag, in my bag aye
(Aye)
(Let me get it back)
Bitch so bad, bitch so bad aye
(Aye)
All this cash count it fast aye
(Aye)
In my bag, in my bag aye
(Aye, Aye)
(Yea lets do it)

Look, I don't miss
(Naaa)
All this fucking racks got me walking with a limp
(Racks)
I ain't never gon' stop till my name up on a blimp
(Facts)
Cartier frames cost a band for the glimpse
(Yes Sirrr)
Slidin' with a chop so the car came with tints
(Bllltt)
If her head game good, then I might pay the rent
(Lets go)
Champagne spillin' every time I take a sip
If I duesse' Henny, then I'm plottin' on yo bitch
(That's a fact)
(Aye)
Ima ride out
(Skrrt)
We gon' pop up to his crib and hit the hideout
(Where the hideout)
We gon' check a nigga temp like what's the vibes bout
(What's the vibes)
Niggas say they wanna ball but calling time out
(Calling time)
(Damn)
Frosted Gold plain jane'n it
(Plain, Ice)
Big chop and we waiving it
(Big)
Made a lane ain't no changing it
(Never)
Coupe came no brains in it
(Skrrrrt)

Yea you know I got the drop
(Yea you know it)
(Aye)
We gon' pull up on your block
(Skrrt)
Shawty love my bop
(Aye)
(Woop)
Brought a K up in the spot
(Bllltt)
Niggas thought I was down bad
(Aye)
Had to take it to the top
Nigga show me where the racks at
(Where the racks)
Money counter never stop
Bitch so bad, whip so fast aye
(Aye)
All this cash count it fast aye
(Aye)
In my bag, in my bag aye
(Aye)
(Let me get it back)
Bitch so bad, bitch so bad aye
(Aye)
All this cash count it fast aye
(Aye)
In my bag, in my bag aye
(Aye, Aye)

(Mr. Bman)
20 Mil En Un Bolsillo Ando Como Un Traficante
(Racks)
I Just Wanna Hit, Solo Quiero Ser Tu Amante
(You know)
Im a Fucking Headache... Pásame el calmante
(Uhhh)
Ya niggas can't fuck with us... tiene que matate
(Bop Bop Bop Bop)
Ima Catch homi, Wide Receiver, Ima catch a body
(Yah)
Wash height Niggas dime donde tan la thottie
(Woooo)
I get it, You a fucking hater yeah I said it
(Facts)
Le vamo a Latima donde le duele
(Uhhh)
De Washington Heights Pa Atlanta
(Aye)
Manito esto ganga
(Gang)
We getting to the money sin el Mapa
(Racks)
Shorty una Demon la convierto en una Santa
(Waaa)
Se pone bellaca cuando fuma de la Zaza
(Yaaa)
De Washington Pa Atlanta
Manito esto ganga
We getting to the money sin el Mapa
Shorty una Demon la convierto en una Santa
(Yaaa)
No te buque una hora santa
(Nah Nah)



Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Dwyer
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