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drop off (feat. tropes, ryefu & VAiNE)
by shober
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Wanna get it up boy you better run it up
Figure 1, get a bitch made
You're a mistake
You gotta step up
I keep the silence on
Lotta drugs in the bag u gotta pay em off
Gotta pay em off
Got pack in my lungs
Bitch shut the fuck up
Got a mac 11 in the case boutta fuck u up
Boutta fuck u up
You gotta step up
I keep the silence on
Lotta drugs in the bag u gotta pay em off
Gotta pay em off
Ah gotta step up
If we both think twice, have to save u
If youve seen me twice, have i seen u?
Either way yea i wouldnt wanna be u
Yea split open on the bed ends
Fork in the road they lead to nothin but the dead ends
Bullet in his throat leave him silent do u get it?
I dont think u get it at all
Just send it
Oh, and ur sorry now
Tell me what changed at all
Who cares im gonna win it all
Listed it all
Whats wrong man i won
Yeah bitch I'm dying alone
Don't hmu
Bet i won't fuckin show
Smokin on this pack
Boutta make me choke
Me and my bros never fuckin hoes
Imma send it right vaine gonna blow
Doing all the blow in my nose
Doing all the blow in my nose
Blow in my nose
Coke on my nose ring
I'd rather not od but lately
Im sick of dying slowly
Im smokin packs full of police
And all u bitches homies
These bitches just my sons tryna clone me
Im a misfit
I never fit in
But these bitches tryna fuck me
Every club that i get in
I dont get it
Why these bitches tryna be like me
I can see u pretendin
Wanna get it up boy you better run it up
Figure 1, get a bitch made
You're a mistake
You gotta step up
I keep the silence on
Lotta drugs in the bag u gotta pay em off
Gotta pay em off
Got pack in my lungs
Bitch shut the fuck up
Got a mac 11 in the case boutta fuck u up
Boutta fuck u up
You gotta step up
I keep the silence on
Lotta drugs in the bag u gotta pay em off
Gotta pay em off
Ah gotta step up
If we both think twice, have to save u
If youve seen me twice, have i seen u?
Either way yea i wouldnt wanna be u
Yea split open on the bed ends
Fork in the road they lead to nothin but the dead ends
Bullet in his throat leave him silent do u get it?
I dont think u get it at all
Just send it
Oh, and ur sorry now
Tell me what changed at all
Who cares im gonna win it all
Listed it all
Whats wrong man i won
Yeah bitch I'm dying alone
Don't hmu
Bet i won't fuckin show
Smokin on this pack
Boutta make me choke
Me and my bros never fuckin hoes
Imma send it right vaine gonna blow
Doing all the blow in my nose
Doing all the blow in my nose
Blow in my nose
Coke on my nose ring
I'd rather not od but lately
Im sick of dying slowly
Im smokin packs full of police
And all u bitches homies
These bitches just my sons tryna clone me
Im a misfit
I never fit in
But these bitches tryna fuck me
Every club that i get in
I dont get it
Why these bitches tryna be like me
I can see u pretendin
