Drop A Bag

Fasho, Fashooo!!!! Foe Sevo (4-7) ooohh! Eeeee, this feel good
Da da da da da da da da da da da, (Welcome!)
You know, aye (Haa! To the Foe Seven Show!)
That Rush you feel when You See... Everything
You envision... coming ALIVE?! That feeling

I got some money coming in quick. Blue bands inna stash from a lick{cash}
These shoes on my feet, I walk too legit. Don't talk to me unless it's cash in ya sense
Don't make me Drop a Bag on em. Don't make me drop some swag on em
Don't make me pop another tag on em. They bout to make me Drop a Bag on em

4Nemm, Aye, blessed wit anything more wouldn't have been, no fair

We gon put it on they top, let it sizzle on they skillet like, beep, like, drrrrrrr
Yea, you like that Money Roll, right.T-Up

They ain't gon say it, but they be drawing off that shit I be talking
Now she See Me, I love her, thought I was gon kiss ass, I kept walking

Goofy dude playing crazy, yea iight, catch em, I hawk em
That high school fame hanging by a thread, that shit dead, you salty, I'm still affiliated
I ain't playing... I'll sick the 4's on his ass
Cold with the hands
We ain't gon put no poles on his ass

Get 200 likes, prolly all he ever amount to, let em have it
In my bag 200 Grand, hit the gas, do the dash
Dude finessed you out of a follow? Bet
Know he'll finesse you out of a dollar, yea
Lead, know when to follow
Me and 4-Wop inna Impala skkkkrrr

We been hurt before, never again, keep it Solid
Learn from all them lessons, licked my wounds, caught my blessings, what up

I got some money coming in quick. Blue bands inna stash from a lick{cash}
These shoes on my feet, I walk too legit. Don't talk to me unless it's cash in ya sense
Don't make me Drop a Bag on em. Don't make me drop some swag on em
Don't make me pop another tag on em. They bout to make me Drop a Bag on em

Dog walk shit, me and my, yea

It's our time, new season, new era, let's get it
Let it sizzle on they skillet like, brrrt, yea
Aye, she say, "do you still mess wiy yo baby mama"
I say, "I love my baby mama, I never let her go"

I'm playing my kid mama free to do whatever she want
Solid. dude tryna flex like he got it
Stop it, hahaha.I been poppin'
I play that type of game, I live that type of life

She wanna know my name, she wanna hit my line
Baby, I've been on ya since you walked up in this nail salon
I'm kickin', pimpin' wit my auntie, she gettin' her nails done
I'm mingling, makin' friends, I'm a Playa inna cut

Peeped you pickin' which color so I slid, gave my input
Earth green, look good on ya, life springs, free gems, collect your jewelry

I got some money coming in quick. Blue bands inna stash from a lick{cash}
These shoes on my feet, I walk too legit. Don't talk to me unless it's cash in ya sense
Don't make me Drop a Bag on em. Don't make me drop some swag on em
Don't make me pop another tag on em. They bout to make me Drop a Bag on em

Dadadada... dadadadada
I'm Handsome wit it
I'm smart wit it
I'm fly
Ya Know

The Guy Wit Da Locs
Foe Sevo



Credits
Writer(s): Donald Glover Jr
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