DROP ft. 318 Rico Lyrics

We get the drop on the opp and we spin on him

If they talking about licks I done been on em

Got a milly in my pocket I can buy what I want but hell nah nigga yea I got ten of em

Send my nigga on a drill with a stick on him

And I call up the plug I need a brick from him

Ima real big stepper with a whole lotta killers I can make one call and get a hit on him yea

This shit be so icy you can see your reflection

You know I'm the shit you can stop with the guesses

They know who I am when I step up in Texas

We aim at your head we don't shoot for your necklace

I fuck on her good send her off to some breakfast

My wrist be so icy you see the Rolexes

These niggas gone die bitch I keep me a checklist

We gone keep on spinning till the opps laying breathless

Me and gang we was just smoking new opps

Choppas gone bang when the lo' get dropped

I'll never send a flunky cause I know he gone flop

Catch us posted in the trap hitting licks nonstop

Better know to take a prop when I'm shooting for your top

Know I love a nasty bitch give me slop with the top

I be steady trying to drop it I be ducking from the cops

Bag on his head so we coming through spinning

Rather save bread than spend it in Lennox

Big booty bitch I ain't even trying to kiss and I'm stuck in my hood like my damn technician

Power to the point like a damn transition

Shooters in position, heavy ammunition

Get a nigga gone poof like a magician

Ima telephone man clientele new additions

These niggas be mad we winning

Clamed down but I still love sinning

I can buy it but I still won't spend it

Stacking money till this shit stop printing

Been down but they still won't dig it

Nigga tripping had his family out fishing

Nigga tripping had his family out switching

Fucked up bossed up now I'm living

We get the drop on the opp and we spin on him

If they talking about licks I done been on em

Got a milly in my pocket I can buy what I want but hell nah nigga yea I got ten of em

Send my nigga on a drill with a stick on him

And I call up the plug I need a brick from him

Ima real big stepper with a whole lotta killers I can make one call and get a hit on him yea

This shit be so icy you can see your reflection

You know I'm the shit you can stop with the guesses

They know who I am when I step up in Texas

We aim at your head we don't shoot for your necklace

I fuck on her good send her off to some breakfast

My wrist be so icy you see the Rolexes

These niggas gone die bitch I keep me a checklist

We gone keep on spinning till the opps laying breathless