Drop em off

Mere Wolves, Mere Wolves, Come On Niggaz, Come On Niggaz
Call on way off it
Went out to the store and I caught him
It cost him a lot

Saw him in his bro's and I lost it
Dropped him, uh
Shot him in the neck and Q dropped him, uh
Hit him, hit him with a left and still knocked him

Gave it at your door and he knocking, uh
On my wrist it's cold, I'm with a hawk, dude
Lil' Pac got me all, dude, it's soft, dude, nah
Took a trip to ATL with Sterling

Hit him where it hurts, I fucked his bitch, now he hurt him
And she left with me, she ain't prefer it
You was talking shit, think I ain't heard him
Just took a trip to Maryland, I hit him

Her bitch don't got my heat, no
Listen, she put the seat down
Go to sleep now, lil' bitch
Talk about shit I did, like it's your son

She acting like a bitch, no got to for nothin
Mr. Catch, I'm locking up in traffic, we gon' trash him
Bitch, Mr. Pack him up, let's wrap him up, he don't want hair
His mom said she love him, he not here to hear

Chatting, but ain't nothing, I don't worry, so
Bitch in the back, in a Benz, oh
Bitch made it back, made a Benz, oh
Strap in the back, keep my pants low

Got her hands on my last shit, damn, oh
Did you lose the mirror? It's enough for me, yeah
Every time I lean, I count a million, you already know
I don't need no flim, use my hands, you know I still throw

Every time he ran, you had to see him, had him in his scope
Tied him up with a rope, now we had to drop him off
Dropped off the low, now we gotta cut him off
He was feeling too much, he didn't even have the dough up

When he pulled up, he was so high, he couldn't even walk
He couldn't even talk, he ain't have no glow up
He dropped right off, after we fuck
I'm gonna drop you right off

And remember this, I ain't paying for no Uber
I don't even got the app on my phone
She tryna suck on my penis, don't
You fuck with me, I'm gonna shoot right at your dome

You thought you was lucky, cause you was pushing out at home
Now we coming, knocking on your door, what you finna do
And I'm not pulling up with my crew, it's just me and you
You a little ho at work, child in the dome

Pass it to the homie, cause you know what it is
Know if he get bold, I'ma dox him
Yeah, bitch, I'm top, on my cross, I'ma box him
Me and Ozzy moving the blocks, cause we locked in

Yeah, that shawty get me high, bitch, I'm top shit
She didn't block, yeah, her, he got me flying first class
I present, moving grams, on the gram
Call me damn, get scammed

I'm the man, fuck a friend, fuck a twin
If I crash, my bands, to my gram
You never catch me, like, ain't on the fan
Not again, not again, not again

Now look, I've been on the block
Brody fuck with opps, I don't fuck with him
Go and get your pops
Brody gon' get popped, so get by to him

Mama heard the shots, I'm with Arden
I'm with Ozzy, I'm with Sterling
He tried to ditch me, it's been a minute
Since I fuckin' heard him

Bitch, it's six minutes till I get a bag
And then I'll be swerving, nigga
Cause you know my niggas calling when we locked in
And you went out to the store tonight

Call him, it cost him his life
Seen it with his bro's and I lost it
Shot him, I shot him in the neck
A kid dropped him, I