Drop Yet Lyrics

How you drop gang and you ain't drop yet

How you fucking up the plug you got the outlet

Point me to the nearest bank so I can stash it

Niggas tryna quarterback fucking up passes

We came from nothing nigga we stacked it up

Niggas turnt they back on me I thought we was brothers

But certain situations make these niggas hate you

I can draw a different picture if you want it painted

How you up a pole and it ain't buss it or nothing

All in Miami you scared and you clutching

Get money act broke test where they head at

Early bird get the worm bitch where the bread at

Bitch we got more pape then a mailman

Bitch I got more routes then a salesman

700 For the sneaks you can hear me walk

The buckle on the shoe match the belt I bought

200 For some socks they ain't Nike bro

500 For a tee good Versace hoe

How you pull a gun and it ain't use it dummy

Boy you out yo shit and I'm looking for em

If I don't see dog that mean he hiding

All that shit you did it ain't surprise me

Every time I see opp I want to start shit

Walk ya mans down then I spark shit

I ain't with the sneak dissing I ain't with it

If you talking about my camp you betta mention

We ain't no hoes we from Dickerson

Quit try play me like a bitch or something

How you drop gang and you ain't drop yet

How you fucking up the plug you got the outlet

Point me to the nearest bank so I can stash it

Niggas tryna quarterback fucking up passes

I got a gang in Ohio that'll give you buckeyes

Tryna some slick shit Rick gone bust iron

I ain't with the sneak dissing nigga at mine

Snake ass niggas you a fake slime

Niggas weird ass hell on my mama

Always bring that square shit in my circle

I guess these niggas playing sides now

Tell me this who you riding for

Is it me or them niggas on that poster

Same nigga that scrapped up with you and we struggled

Shit change when you get a lil up huh

Niggas think that got the ups on you

Till you pull down on em and touch something

Shoes $600 shirt like 4 something

Pants cult denim double x on em

Jacket sweat ass hell with the skull on it

These some Bally sneaks you ain't up on em

Iceberg jacket with my nigga bugs on it

Touch me you get boxed like happys

Chop divide ya body parts G gone subtract you

We ain't no mathematician but we solve problems

Add niggas to every corner to multiply commas

Bitch I'm with the gang don't get it confused

Couple 4s rolling with me I got some 5's too