Drop It
All that shit you talking
All I hear is blu blu blah blah
Never come wit yo shit proper
You a baby goo goo gaga
Ain't got nothing to be proud of
That shit fake it ain't no Prada
Counter fit you an imposter
You the kid and I'm the monster
Heard you got a lot to say
Behind my back
Let my demons off the leash
And sick that spirit on yo ass
Shit I been through holy water
Wouldn't save ya that's a fact
Come and say it where I'm at
GPS me on the map
You got me all in my feelings
Yeah you got me
You got me all in my feelings
And I do not fuck with you
Fuck how you feeling
I ain't got no chill and
I feel like a millionaire
I am King Kong on the top of the building
And talking my shit while I still got my grill in here
Murder your ego get rid of the evidence
Make you irrelevant
Judge you off precedent
Drop it
Drop that shit
Get outta your feelings lil bitch
Drop that shit
Get outta your feelings lil bitch
Drop that shit
Get outta your feelings lil bitch
Drop that shit
Get outta your feelings bitch
Like bad bitches in the club
Drop that shit
Like 64s on dubs
Drop that shit
Dj don't get fucked up
Drop that shit
Elle E.D. next up
Drop that shit
Now don't you try me
Don't you start me
Don't you text me
Don't you call me
Don't you try to get me caught up
In some shit that don't involve me
Like bob Marley
With cigar leaves
Or the tail pipes on a Harley
You won't smoke
We got yo smoke
Get back into yo rented Rarri
I went from tearing up the stage
And getting money for my hooks
To have my nigga locked away
And putting money on his books
Had to keep my poker face
While he played poker with the crooks
One day the world gon know the truth
Til then it's funny with the looks
My life was a movie and now it's a thriller
The stories the same the stories just realer
I'm stuck in a room wit a two sided mirror
The room has no doors and collapsible pillars
My fate is the game and life is the dealer
Surrounded by cobras and vipers and killers
They got they lies but we got gorillas
Enough of this shit
I'm warning you niggas
Drop it
Drop that shit
Get outta your feelings lil bitch
Drop that shit
Get outta your feelings lil bitch
Drop that shit
Get outta your feelings lil bitch
Drop that shit
Get outta your feelings bitch
Like bad bitches in the club
Drop that shit
Like 64s on dubs
Drop that shit
Dj don't get fucked up
Drop that shit
Elle E.D. next up
Drop that shit
All I hear is blu blu blah blah
Never come wit yo shit proper
You a baby goo goo gaga
Ain't got nothing to be proud of
That shit fake it ain't no Prada
Counter fit you an imposter
You the kid and I'm the monster
Heard you got a lot to say
Behind my back
Let my demons off the leash
And sick that spirit on yo ass
Shit I been through holy water
Wouldn't save ya that's a fact
Come and say it where I'm at
GPS me on the map
You got me all in my feelings
Yeah you got me
You got me all in my feelings
And I do not fuck with you
Fuck how you feeling
I ain't got no chill and
I feel like a millionaire
I am King Kong on the top of the building
And talking my shit while I still got my grill in here
Murder your ego get rid of the evidence
Make you irrelevant
Judge you off precedent
Drop it
Drop that shit
Get outta your feelings lil bitch
Drop that shit
Get outta your feelings lil bitch
Drop that shit
Get outta your feelings lil bitch
Drop that shit
Get outta your feelings bitch
Like bad bitches in the club
Drop that shit
Like 64s on dubs
Drop that shit
Dj don't get fucked up
Drop that shit
Elle E.D. next up
Drop that shit
Now don't you try me
Don't you start me
Don't you text me
Don't you call me
Don't you try to get me caught up
In some shit that don't involve me
Like bob Marley
With cigar leaves
Or the tail pipes on a Harley
You won't smoke
We got yo smoke
Get back into yo rented Rarri
I went from tearing up the stage
And getting money for my hooks
To have my nigga locked away
And putting money on his books
Had to keep my poker face
While he played poker with the crooks
One day the world gon know the truth
Til then it's funny with the looks
My life was a movie and now it's a thriller
The stories the same the stories just realer
I'm stuck in a room wit a two sided mirror
The room has no doors and collapsible pillars
My fate is the game and life is the dealer
Surrounded by cobras and vipers and killers
They got they lies but we got gorillas
Enough of this shit
I'm warning you niggas
Drop it
Drop that shit
Get outta your feelings lil bitch
Drop that shit
Get outta your feelings lil bitch
Drop that shit
Get outta your feelings lil bitch
Drop that shit
Get outta your feelings bitch
Like bad bitches in the club
Drop that shit
Like 64s on dubs
Drop that shit
Dj don't get fucked up
Drop that shit
Elle E.D. next up
Drop that shit
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Writer(s): Daynah Evans
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