DROP YA GLASSES

Somewhere between being him
And being humble
I made a bundle
Jessie white tumble
I Keep the carry tight
It varies how they try to compare me
It's kind of scary how
My life could be turnt to a series

Ya see I made a mansion
Out a house on the prairie
Now We own a plantation
It's crazy all the shit that I buried
Still got my hands in the pot
That made the white man rich
Right hand on a stack a books
And a pinesol kit
Wit a lighter and some Lysol spray
Feed em midol
Bitch niggas get they dot one day
Thas they bi laws

A little under a million cash
Stashed inna dry wall
Gotta air seal it
Or let by gones be by gones
When it come to top 5
I feel like Dylan Dylan Dylan Dylan Dylan

In love with the sound of puttin leather
In the nylon
And oversized lips
Giving kisses to my dick
36 in the waist
Wit a 40 on a clip
Wit a laser and a light
John Wick em if he diss me
Sayin they cud ever test the god
Nigga miss me with that shit

Drop ya glasses
Ass in abundance
Just give her a lil money
For the summer
She just want a winner
For a nigga
A check for her social
Know you gotta prove it
To a sinner lil mama

Drop ya glasses
Ass in abundance
Just give her a lil money
For the summer
She just want a winner
For a nigga
A check for her social
Know you gotta prove it
To a sinner lil mama

Good and evil
Right or wrong I can't never call it
They say da murderers are fathers
With the pretty daughters
I heard champions are men
Thas of they word ain't it
So how pussy turn a nigga
To a alcoholic

I keep hands on ass
That came from they mama
And the squats from they functions
N them pumps
While they dump it in a crowd
Type attention that she want
Roll a blunt up for some proud
She been feelin like she won

Studying her shakra
Layin in the sun
Heavy on the water
Out the way but never run
She don't like her legs to shake
But can't control it see
When she cum
All from comin over sober
But she nasty when she drunk
Ima match it
U just gotta give me passionate
Sweating thru the satin sheets
We gon flip a mattress tho
Put sex in the atmosphere
Call her doc Her pap get smeared
I'm hopin I rap it clear
Tell me how u want it lil mama

Drop ya glasses
Ass in abundance
Just give her a lil money
For the summer
She just want a winner
For a nigga
A check for her social
Know you gotta prove it
To a sinner lil mama

Drop ya glasses
Ass in abundance
Just give her a lil money
For the summer
She just want a winner
For a nigga
A check for her social
Know you gotta prove it
To a sinner lil mama



Credits
Writer(s): Vinton Eyma, Giorgio Cesaroni, Samyr Emmanuel Antoine, Justin Phillip Bradley, Iman Shumpert, Michael A. Elizondo Jr., Andre Romell Young, Eve Jeffers, Scott Spencer Storch
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