nba youngboy – drop’em Lyrics

Ayy, turn me up Nin’ (Uh, uh, uh)
Ayy, Lil Top (Uh, buh, buh, buh)
Ayy, we really in the streets with this s— boy (Buh, buh)
I can’t trust nobody
B—-, I’ma shoot VP if anythin’ go wrong (How you bummin’?)

Shawty gave the drop and we popped and we popped (Yeah)
Catch the other n—-, we gon’ drop (We gon’ drop, yeah)
P—- who gon’ do it with Don Dotta, yeah (They won’t do it)
Catch me prolly tourin’ with them shottas, yeah
Roll that dope up
That n—- a b—-, I split his mans, yeah
Check the scoreboard
That’s why he mad, them n—– lame, yeah
Posted up, grave diggin’ where that gang at?
Lil Top, let’s go
B—-, how you be talkin’ when your brains blow?
B—-, blow your pole

Scary a–, dirty in my past with these hunnid rolls
Could teach a class with all these stacks, the way my money flows
Yeah, I spent three-fifty and more just for my f—–’ Rolls
F—, I give a b—- two-fifty or more, I bet I bust his dome
This that flexin’ talk
I just pulled this b—- from out the bank, now watch that, make that, woah
Leave these b—— blind, I’m so shine the way this Patek spark
Rest out in the North, get my day one, I flip that cutter off
Pressure been applied, why I’m so up, it ain’t my f—–’ fault
Ah, yeah, I say bump it down
Best not keep that talkin’ out your head
I took fifty pounds, flew that s— from Cali to that bay
B—-, don’t turn around, I say just go down, gimme head
Police crackin’ down, f—–’ beat the case, we bust his head
So f—–’ slimy, n—-, check your climate with your red
They say, “A-I ballin’,” they say, “A-I bust a n—- head”
Get the drop up on ’em
I got ten just for where he stand
Do a pop up on ’em
They gon’ leave ’em stretched before I pay

Shawty gave the drop and we popped and we popped (Yeah)
Catch the other n—-, we gon’ drop (We gon’ drop, yeah)
P—- who gon’ do it with Don Dotta, yeah (They won’t do it)
Catch me prolly tourin’ with them shottas, yeah
Roll that dope up
That n—- a b—-, I split his mans, yeah
Check the scoreboard
That’s why he mad, them n—– lame, yeah
Posted up, grave diggin’ where that gang at?
Dig up your bro
B—-, how you be talkin’ when your brains blow?
B—-, blow your pole

Gave the drop and we popped and we popped ’em n—-
They done showed up and we dropped, and we dropped ’em
P—- don’t wanna do it with Don Dotta, with Don Dotta
Catch me prolly tourin’ with them shottas, with them shottas
N—- still-, f—
Ayy, I’m still flexin’, still steppin
I don’t give a f— (Ayy, yeah, ayy YB, whatcha on n—-?)
Don’t know why a n—- be doin’ all that ho a– s— (Turn me up four)
But you a gangsta (Yeah)
I bet those n—– around you be lookin’ at you
N—-, you a priv’ b—-, yeah
I’m with the s—, you could s— my d—, n—-
Gang s—, no lame s—
You know what it is, play game, get your brain split (Yeah, n—-)
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