Drop a Bag

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Year:

2017

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If young metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you

(Hey, hoe) I will blast on your ass
(Hey, hoe) I got riders like a cab
(Hey, hoe) sending them hitters at your ass
(Hey, hoe) you gon' make me drop a bag
(Hey, hoe) you a hoe, you know we know
(Hey, hoe) f*ck around and get exposed
(Hey, hoe) gangster on the internet
(Hey, hoe) in real life you like CB4

Perpetrate, impersonate
You too soft to catch a fade
I got niggas in these streets that touch more snow than Christmas Day
Blow my high, lose my cool
You gon' make the evenin' new
They can't find your head to ID you, they don't have a clue
It's going down on your block, where the bread at?
Catch you sleepin', homie, send some shots, where your bed at?
Got your bitch, like what you thinking, nigga, where your head at?
Talking all that shit, you wish you wouldn't have said that
You a dead man
Fill you up with lead, man
Real niggas, I bring that
They gon' go to war for me, they gon' bring your head back (bitch)
And I know where you been, where you stand, man (hoe)
Ain't no running off of me 'cause I don't play that match

(Hey, hoe) I will blast on your ass
(Hey, hoe) I got riders like a cab
(Hey, hoe) sending them hitters at your ass
(Hey, hoe) you gon' make me drop a bag
(Hey, hoe) you a hoe, you know we know
(Hey, hoe) f*ck around and get exposed
(Hey, hoe) gangster on the internet
(Hey, hoe) in real life you like CB4

Everybody know your own when you're stuntin'
You done fucked with the wrong nigga money
Niggas running to your home when they coming
Sending shots that your dome end up runnin'
Give up on your bruh like we got it on lock
Thirty in the Glock, run up to your spot
Running in and out, heard you fucking with the cops
Working with the opps, tryin' to put me in the box (bitch)
Yeah, I got niggas looking up to me, nigga, I'm a star
Yeah, trap get slow but your shit don't start
Yeah, nigga ran out but he better not stop (running)
You could put niggas on but you still gon' plot, yeah
Got a couple niggas still on the block
I could make me a mil on the block (mil)
In the way that I rap them things I could get me a deal on the block
Lotta niggas ain't real on the block
Lotta niggas get killed on the block
Even though they ain't getting no money, them dumbass niggas be still on the block
I keep that steel on the block and

I will blast on your ass
(Hey, hoe) I got riders like a cab
(Hey, hoe) sending them hitters at your ass
(Hey, hoe) you gon' make me drop a bag
(Hey, hoe) you a hoe, you know we know
(Hey, hoe) f*ck around and get exposed
(Hey, hoe) gangster on the internet
(Hey, hoe) in real life you like CB4

Play me some pimpin', man
Man, f*ck these old fake ass hoes on Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook
Bitches showing they titties and shit tryin' to get niggas' attention
All the nigga did, f*ck you hoes, man
But let's get fucked up

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