Str8 Drop

Booted up out my body
Fucking this bitch like she my shawty
3bands cop a brick and Ima bust down all this molly
If I tell you sonething don't you go and run and tell nobody
From the streets fr raised up in that field with my posse

He pistol packing lose screw don't forget from that rachet to
Niggas didn't like me cause big Jefé fucking on they boo
Look devilish ain't fooling nun lil buddy off a jigga boo
She said she ain't dropping that neck I told the lil bitch gone and kick rocks boo

Free my niggas doing day by day day by day missing you
Gangsta baby I can't fit with them they ain't my kind of dudes
Atlanta swoop she fucking on the first night what that fl do
Pop his top talking out the side of his neck what fn do

Ima shit on all them niggas who had doubted me
You feeling like he playing on both sides it ain't no probably
Just want my gma proud of me
Get in my feelings I'm sorry pls don't mind me
Snap back tunnel vision Jefé you need some visine
I know a shooter don't matter wea he at he curry
Wasted time I need them millions in a hurry

Booted up out my body
Fucking this bitch like she my shawty
3bands cop a brick and Ima bust down all this molly
If I tell sonething don't you go and run and tell nobody
From the streets fr raised up in that field with my posse

He pistol packing lose screw don't forget from that rachet to
Niggas didn't like me cause big Jefé fucking on they boo
Look devilish ain't fooling nun lil buddy off a jigga boo
She said she ain't dropping that neck I told the lil bitch gone and kick rocks boo

Remember them times I called you for a ride
I was stranded
Impatient dealing with some bullshit
Never panic
Plenty times ain have no pot to piss
Shit was tragic
Steady asking wea da love at
So many vanished

Them racks gone vanish you ain't having to many hustles
Tryna run this shit up baby ain got no time just to cuddle
In the land them jungo babies stepping down with them cuttas
If yeen good gas like they put up in them pipes yeen gone bubble

Money long
Hoe leave me lone bitch ion need ya
It get hard but I'm working for better ppl
Ain fucking with them niggas they think they better ppl
Tryna get them racks up for my love ppl

Love ones
Don dadda Jefé ima real one
Nigga thought he put some fear in me like he God or some
Fuck niggas hating cause they knowing I'm the chosen one

325 to start it off turn that to 5 digits
Struggle made me ain tryna stay rather be a figure nigga
He ain't tryna bump he rather bust shots out the pistol nigga
Staying out the mix stack money to the ceiling nigga

Booted up out my body
Fucking this bitch like she my shawty
3bands cop a brick and Ima bust down all this molly
If I tell sonething don't you go and run and tell nobody
From the streets fr raised up in that field with my posse

He pistol packing lose screw don't forget from that rachet to
Niggas didn't like me cause big Jefé fucking on they boo
Look devilish ain't fooling nun lil buddy off a jigga boo
She said she ain't dropping that neck I told the lil bitch gone and kick rocks boo



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Writer(s): Kenneth Thomas
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