Yeah 2
Excuse Me
This is a mothafuckin exercise in some fly shit
Brought to you by yours truly, Drop One Da motherfuckin Producer
Drop one nigga, you can't keep up for real
Standing on business, drop head to upgrade the vision
Making you niggas bear witness, stepping on feelings
Don't know how to cloud my vision, don't know how to count steps
There ain't no fit bit
Plenty hoes witness this pimpin', I been a big P
Since a lil nigga, that's the difference
Pussy don't drive these Benz bitch, money get long, get endless
Got your feelings
Money getting long like a friend list
Moving this weight like fitness
Tab said get you some business
Putting these beats on my hit list, shitting on them niggas with my incense
Hopping on other niggas nuts, just to fit in
Stay over there, that's division
This a grand opening, No Ribbons
Making million dollars decisions, We living the poorest conditions
My brother caught an F on his port card, that's the poorest decision
F is for Felony, what you telling me if I was the same age, I'd probably be wit em
Nah, I had to evolve in this bitch
A lotta lil probably get solved in this bitch
Ain't nothing but some kibble get mauled in this bitch
Imma dog, Imma pit, and these hoes they still gon' slob on dick
Goddamn we living
My upbringing different, my pedigree different
Ma work for a living, she stay in the kitchen, my nephew is kitchen
My ma gave me whippings, my dad gave me whippings too
And I cannot blame them niggas, they pops weren't around, what the fuck they supposed to do
And it's no lie, if my big cousin snake was alive, I probably went cripping too
If my uncle Fox was alive, he'd probably come around, show you how to break a bitch in two
You know that pimping never die, drop one, say yeah-ho
Cause I be pimping too
The drip is Fazoli, The wrist is a Rollie
This bitch in my whip and She pop one she rolling
She eat it all up, This bitch is a Yoshi
Had to kick the bitch out, This bitch don't know me, hoe
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-ho
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-ho
Drop one, bitch
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-ho
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-ho
Hey, man, say man, you know what the fuck going on, bitch
Drop One Da Producer
This is a mothafuckin exercise in some fly shit
Brought to you by yours truly, Drop One Da motherfuckin Producer
Drop one nigga, you can't keep up for real
Standing on business, drop head to upgrade the vision
Making you niggas bear witness, stepping on feelings
Don't know how to cloud my vision, don't know how to count steps
There ain't no fit bit
Plenty hoes witness this pimpin', I been a big P
Since a lil nigga, that's the difference
Pussy don't drive these Benz bitch, money get long, get endless
Got your feelings
Money getting long like a friend list
Moving this weight like fitness
Tab said get you some business
Putting these beats on my hit list, shitting on them niggas with my incense
Hopping on other niggas nuts, just to fit in
Stay over there, that's division
This a grand opening, No Ribbons
Making million dollars decisions, We living the poorest conditions
My brother caught an F on his port card, that's the poorest decision
F is for Felony, what you telling me if I was the same age, I'd probably be wit em
Nah, I had to evolve in this bitch
A lotta lil probably get solved in this bitch
Ain't nothing but some kibble get mauled in this bitch
Imma dog, Imma pit, and these hoes they still gon' slob on dick
Goddamn we living
My upbringing different, my pedigree different
Ma work for a living, she stay in the kitchen, my nephew is kitchen
My ma gave me whippings, my dad gave me whippings too
And I cannot blame them niggas, they pops weren't around, what the fuck they supposed to do
And it's no lie, if my big cousin snake was alive, I probably went cripping too
If my uncle Fox was alive, he'd probably come around, show you how to break a bitch in two
You know that pimping never die, drop one, say yeah-ho
Cause I be pimping too
The drip is Fazoli, The wrist is a Rollie
This bitch in my whip and She pop one she rolling
She eat it all up, This bitch is a Yoshi
Had to kick the bitch out, This bitch don't know me, hoe
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-ho
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-ho
Drop one, bitch
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-ho
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-ho
Hey, man, say man, you know what the fuck going on, bitch
Drop One Da Producer
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Writer(s): Roger Fox
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