Drop It Lyrics

I don't know if you heard round here I'm the man

I would never press you, baby, hit me when you can

You could catch me posted in the town or in the land

When you land

Imma take to you the telly and proceeding with the plan

I don't give a fuck about the shit you bought

I don't give fuck if that's ya whip up off the lot

Imma need them crackers tryna fee me so like '98 Lil Weezy mama back it up and drop it like it's-

Ok

You should see me in this bitch now that they notin'

Mama pokin' out that dress and out my clothing

And I said I ain't imposin'

I got homies bleeding, locc'in

G-a-m-e I be soakin

And my beats don't come for free cause he produced these out in Oakland

I'm that spoken type

Overhyped

Garments don't get showed in my

Closet, this deposit gettin blown on what we on tonight

I don't gotta worry bout my name cause all my homies fight

Coms with overconfidence is usually not a sober sight

I'm dolemite and

You heard who the fuck she said she waitin' for

Told her hit the liquor store and don't come back with Jimador

Heard that shorty play me more so why the you even keepin' score?

Save, assort my fee then pour this cup up til I see the floor

Need the tour lil baby you been talkin' bout your address

I been tryna see the living room arrangements and that mattress

Hit yo campus and I confess I'm acquainted and been sneaky

With yo bestie Alexa Demie I ain't talkin Sydney Sweeney

I don't know if you heard round here I'm the man

I would never press you, baby, hit me when you can

You could catch me posted in the town or in the land

When you land

Imma take to you the telly and proceeding with the plan

I don't give a fuck about the shit you bought

I don't give fuck if that's ya whip up off the lot

Imma need them crackers tryna fee me so like '98 Lil Weezy mama back it up and drop it like it's-

I'm a nice dude nice dreams

Hoodie straight from Ice-Cream

I don't got em staring, got them muhfuckas sight seeing

Breakin' all they necks to get a look at what I might bring

Put me on the wall of fame and watch me do the right thing

High beams, everywhere I go proceed to follow

I am not a rapper you are hearing Frida Kahlo

Mixed with Quintanilla and Aaliyah we should all know

That your once a generation rapper-singer be Chicano

Bomb Henny the potion

I long to get devotion

I long extend the pole then

She call me when she open

Come proper when approaching

I'm gone from all the Coping

I might just pimp your song and

Then ball off my exposing

Talk and talk y'all gloatin' on shit that you never seen

How you live at yo mama's house rappin' about this C.R.E.A.M?

Shorty said that she stressin' I treat her like she cuisine

I hop up outta the tub- "the royal clitoris clean"

I don't know if you heard round here I'm the man

I would never press you, baby, hit me when you can

You could catch me posted in the town or in the land

When you land

Imma take to you the telly and proceeding with the plan

I don't give a fuck about the shit you bought

I don't give fuck if that's ya whip up off the lot

Imma need them crackers tryna fee me so like '98 Lil Weezy mama back it up and drop it like it's-