
DROPPING JEWELS Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
What the fuck y'all do
We went on the most violent killing spree all around the country
We've been killing people all this month
All month, man
Usually if y'all was out and was reading the papers
You ain't heard about it
Claude Ray, Claude Ray
Fuck it, you know, sometimes you got to do certain shit
It's just enough that people know that you know I go where I need to go to get it done
If you push my button, there's no telling what I may do
Stab you, choke you, bite you
I mean, whatever it takes to make a motherfucker stop existing
I would do that
I wish the spoon was sharp
I'd stab a nigga right now
I'd bit one motherfucker to death
Don't fuck with us
From seven to five and heavenly highs
Got me feeling like I'm sending these guys
The boy said a D-Boy making life get better with pass
Whatever the ride, every letter on the side
Just swear to this big fat bustard
I'd expect that they tried to send guys rushing
Bullets talking in my discussion
Drumming, percussion, post-seductions
Be coming from my deduction
Because of God, we trusted
But they stay lusted
It ain't nothing
It made something
I came from the same struggle
Slang and the slang bubbling
The game I claim ain't fumbling
Tripping with y'all doubling
I stay down to earth
The sound of the perc can humble me
Yeah
Exactly why I really don't fuck with them
The odds are all with me
Yeah, you better check the ratio
Prayers are me and God's plan on how my day should go
Totally spit the truth
Exactly what they should know
DVDs, movies, internet, satellite, radio
Raps tighter than a man from China make an egg roll
Seeing into the future with the wisdom of an 80-year-old
I stay positive and full of life like an 8-year-old
But get negative with Oceana feeding eighth-day flows
So much dough trying to figure out how to make this paper flow
To do some flicks from the tools of the hip
Probe the tools in the kit
The music and hits
Some tools for your wits
So this summer I can cruise on this shit
Dropping juice from my lips
Report my horror
I bet you take a sip
Hit
Take the script
Because I ain't with the act
And I'm directing the crew
Producing all of the action
Trying to refaction what they calling rapping
What they calling bowling
And what they calling a stack
And I said it's the call of duty
And we all attacking
The home run derby, man
You said we all get it cracking
It's USPS, man
I swear we all get it packing
The team got more players than all of the Madden
From all of the blasting
I swear they gonna be calling the cap
They falling so fast
We be dumping like they calling it trash
We pull up
Yeah, we bumping, puffing all of the afghan
Going off like a black motherfucking African
The bomb like the package in from Pakistan
And I can Pakistan if you're Pakistan
To plant some racks and bands
Yeah, it's Lociala
Hell of them know what's happening, man
Come on
It's a plan, baby