Drop It Low (feat. DeethaG)

Me and Dee getting money, yeah you know we winning
Fucking up the pussy, when I go up in it
When I'm fucking on my bitch, yeah you know there ain't no limit
Soon enough, we going to be rich, we going to go get the digits
We gon' pop out when we in the city
I swear when I was on the stage, you know I had it litty
You can hate me all you want, but you know I ain't Diddy
I'm doing better than the opps, I swear they sit in pity
My baby going to shake her ass, but I ain't talking Nicki
She make it drop, she bust it open like a fucking blicky
If I catch her ex's, I'ma make 'em run like Ricky
She a freak when it's a Friday, and I'm Lil Dicky
Baby, yeah you know this shit a bop
I'ma call up Dee if I spot a opp
She gon' bust it when she giving me that WAP
She don't care about a bitch, my baby at the top
Drop it down like it's your birthday
Make it drop, throw it back just like a Thursday
I know they mad, they fucked up, I know they hurt ay
Baby we gon' get revenge on 'em in the worst way

One thing about me, fuck the price tag
All the bodies gon' drop, bring a body bag
All these boss ass bitches don't know how to act
All these boss ass bitches, where the money at?
DeethaG, you know I stay on bitches mental
Her shit stiink, I think she need a mento
I been that bitch, but they didn't get the memo
If I fuck that n****, it was accidental
I got thirty two flavors, it ain't bubblegum
When it come to competition, I ain't seeing none
I'm a bad ass bitch, I can't fuck a bum
If a n**** fuck with me, then he probably dumb
Drop it low to the floor, how low can you go?
Yeah I'm fuck n**** free, I know you see the glow
I like a freezer, grab a coat, 'cause it's getting cold
I'll never fold, I'ma always stay ten toes



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Writer(s): Michael Kavanagh
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