Drop

Look
When we spin the block, then bodies drop
Lot of niggas saying that they like that but I know them niggas not
Put that lil boy ina box
Gonna go put some holes in his top
Should've known he was getting popped
And my lil nigga a savage
He gonna catch you if you lacking
When we spin the block, then bodies drop
Lot of niggas saying that they like that but I know them niggas not
Put that lil boy ina box
Gonna go put some holes in his top
Should've known he was getting popped
And my lil nigga a savage
He gonna catch you if you lacking

We steady packing heat, no miami
Shit finna scary
Spent bout a couple K on amari
New drip, make ya bitch come feel me
Look
Pour another drink
In this bitch for a reason cuz I ain't tryna think
Lil shorty saw the cuban on me
Now i'm breaking her back and she wet like a sink
Then I gave her back to the streets
Can't fall in love with treesh
Aye
Why they keep playing me
Said that in the last song
But I guess they don't understand me
But I got some real niggas with me
And that's till to the death
Don't really matter if he try to go wear vest
The choppa gonna leave him stretched

When we spin the block, then bodies drop
Lot of niggas saying that they like that but I know them niggas not
Put that lil boy ina box
Gonna go put some holes in his top
Should've known he was getting popped
And my lil nigga a savage
He gonna catch you if you lacking
When we spin the block, then bodies drop
Lot of niggas saying that they like that but I know them niggas not
Put that lil boy ina box
Gonna go put some holes in his top
Should've known he was getting popped
And my lil nigga a savage
He gonna catch you if you lacking

Cannot be fucking with none of us
I keep a .30 a one of one



Credits
Writer(s): Juan Cordero
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