Drop 'Em Dead
(Yea, yea, yea)
(Yea, yea, yeaaa)
(Yea, yea, yea)
(Yea, Yea-)
Ima drop 'em dead
Ima drop 'em dead
Ima drop 'em dead
Ima drop 'em dead
And Ima drop 'em dead
I don't care what she said
I'm gonna go get this bread
My knuckles ruby red
And Ima drop 'em dead
(Yea)
Ima drop 'em dead
(Yea)
Ima drop 'em dead
(Yea)
Ima drop 'em dead
(Oh yea)
And Ima drop 'em dead
I don't care what she said
I'm gonna go get this bread
My knuckles ruby red
And Ima drop 'em dead
I go skrt in the four door, floor with the lights, and I got 'em on red
I've been down bad too many times
Trynna get up, what's up, what it is
Pour me up a big fat four, yea let it drip slow, sip slow on the meds
It's 1, 2 pop, you dead
I don't give a fuck, one pop, you dead
If I go drop that top, you dead
If I see rocks on the clock, you dead
Try and come cross me, if you dare
Yea the big Glock take tops
Beware
Beware
If you wanna creep, Ima be right there
He thinking he quick, but he ain't compare
You know that Ima drop 'em dead
Ima drop 'em dead
You know that Ima drop 'em dead
Ima drop 'em dead
And Ima drop 'em dead
I don't care what she said
I'm gonna go get this bread
My knuckles ruby red
You know that Ima drop 'em dead
(Yea)
Ima drop 'em dead
(Yea)
You know that Ima drop 'em dead
(Yea)
Ima drop 'em dead
(Oh yea)
And Ima drop 'em dead
I don't care what she said
I'm gonna go get this bread
My knuckles ruby red
And Ima drop 'em dead
(Yea, yea, yeaaa)
(Yea, yea, yea)
(Yea, Yea-)
Ima drop 'em dead
Ima drop 'em dead
Ima drop 'em dead
Ima drop 'em dead
And Ima drop 'em dead
I don't care what she said
I'm gonna go get this bread
My knuckles ruby red
And Ima drop 'em dead
(Yea)
Ima drop 'em dead
(Yea)
Ima drop 'em dead
(Yea)
Ima drop 'em dead
(Oh yea)
And Ima drop 'em dead
I don't care what she said
I'm gonna go get this bread
My knuckles ruby red
And Ima drop 'em dead
I go skrt in the four door, floor with the lights, and I got 'em on red
I've been down bad too many times
Trynna get up, what's up, what it is
Pour me up a big fat four, yea let it drip slow, sip slow on the meds
It's 1, 2 pop, you dead
I don't give a fuck, one pop, you dead
If I go drop that top, you dead
If I see rocks on the clock, you dead
Try and come cross me, if you dare
Yea the big Glock take tops
Beware
Beware
If you wanna creep, Ima be right there
He thinking he quick, but he ain't compare
You know that Ima drop 'em dead
Ima drop 'em dead
You know that Ima drop 'em dead
Ima drop 'em dead
And Ima drop 'em dead
I don't care what she said
I'm gonna go get this bread
My knuckles ruby red
You know that Ima drop 'em dead
(Yea)
Ima drop 'em dead
(Yea)
You know that Ima drop 'em dead
(Yea)
Ima drop 'em dead
(Oh yea)
And Ima drop 'em dead
I don't care what she said
I'm gonna go get this bread
My knuckles ruby red
And Ima drop 'em dead
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Writer(s): Keano Rogers
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