Gimme Dat Drop

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I ain't buy a bitch shit til she give me that drop
Niggas keep tryna diss it, they gon' keep getting shot
If I catch me a shh, I'ma blow up his top
I ain't handing out shit, I ain't selling no glocks
Tryna bag me a shh, but he went called the cops
He was playing it cool, til he heard all them shots
If you speak on my name, you gon' end up on Fox
I ain't dissing no nigga, I'm getting him popped
It's big RMS, niggas know what it is
Lil' bruh tryna run, he got shot in his leg
Tryna square up with me, you get shot in your head
Only people we sparing is women and kids
Don't trust any bitches, that's how you get killed
Stop fucking with niggas, cause they moving weird
We upping the score, the game looking rigged
Nigga better thank his youngin, cause that's why he lived
Niggas better stop dissing, I ain't tryna talk
Lil' bruh caught a leg shot, can't even walk
Tryna run, we gon' chase you, lil' bitch, I'ma hawk
Get the drop, I'ma sit on your house, I'ma stalk
I'ma sit in your house while I load up this drac
My young nigga militant, make him hit skates
They scared of a young nigga, all that shit fake
They really be sweet, I'ma bake him a cake
Know I don't be playing with niggas, I'm serious
Fucked on her once, got your new bitch delirious
I wasn't tryna f*ck on your old bitch, she hideous
Nigga bloody like a bitch on her period
What happened to all of that business you standing?
That blatt turn his ass to a stripper, he dancing
You lil niggas pussy, you sweeter than candy
I keep me a P incase the glock get to jamming
I'm stomping on shit, niggas know I'm on man shit
Was fuckin' a bad, lil' bitch, she was fancy
Lil' nigga was running too fast, now he cramping
I just want the top, you can keep on your panties
I ain't buy a bitch shit til she give me that drop
Niggas keep tryna diss it, they gon' keep getting shot
If I catch me a shh, I'ma blow up his top
I ain't handing out shit, I ain't selling no glocks
Tryna bag me a shh, but he went called the cops
He was playing it cool, til he heard all them shots
If you speak on my name, you gon' end up on Fox
I ain't dissing no nigga, I'm getting him popped
It's big RMS, niggas know what it is
Lil' bruh tryna run, he got shot in his leg
Tryna square up with me, you get shot in your head
Only people we sparing is women and kids
Don't trust any bitches, that's how you get killed
Stop fucking with niggas, cause they moving weird
We upping the score, the game looking rigged
Nigga better thank his youngin, cause that's why he lived

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