Lyrics:
drop and move it back to my heart center and let it glow
Whole tung and buffalo in a healing flow
We bend down low and together we blow
On the embers
Skratch]
Aiyyo mayday, mayday
Raise the white flag, let the pants sag
Fuck the drag, I'ma puff a whole bag
It's low down and I'm low-key
Now O.G. niggaz know
All y'all niggas wanna get like me
Surrounded by bitches that look like these
C'mon, you know it, you know it
You know it, you know it (tell them
wanted the shoe they wanted the tag, Ho
Take it to the top, top spot
Aint no way we gonna flop
Aint no way we gonna drop
Aint no way we gonna stop
Aint no
game gotta stop,
On the open road, now is not the time to flock,
The buzz is formulating,
Now it the time for Jimmy time to drop
the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it
it if you want it
I ran up a ticket ain't no diploma bitch I had to get it I was by my lonely
They was hating on me I was really chosen
Drop the pin
Stroll. Now you know from bikes to lows, lows to bikes.
It's on tonight, Mr. Capone-e, is on sight By
The way, its another day, crusin' down the highway
my, Disciple
So, Ima Beat it, Beat it, Beat it, Beat it
Take it to, Revival
Get low like
Get low like
Roll, Roll, Roll, Dat ass gently on my, Dick
Let
Posse in this motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop
Alright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it
[Ice
Sorry i'm honest, surounded by problems
Right right on you
I see the way you looking at me lately
Fat ass drop it low when you lean back
You say u got
away, I'm on it right away If a nigga drop the low
Bro shoot like Jrue Holiday, I'm looking for all the pape but you already know
You was tryna read my
Oh, Oh, luxury,
Chidi-Ching, growing like an evergreen
Stack that
Dro, Dro, By the P
Ain't bottom shelf, ain't shit for free
Tax that
Drop that
Where the sun shine bright Through my Kentucky Home!
Born and raised in Kentucky y'all
Where the Card and the KATS keep it popping off
Where your cousin
Am I built like this? Are
You built like this?
Or tell me, do I just feel righteous?
Naughty by nature maybe it was nurtured
Maybe as a baby I was
my chain swing low
How I get that gauva, Now I get that dough
I be fuckin' it up and I be cuttin' it up
And I be drunkin em up and I tote two 45's
world but never been to Florida
They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand
to drop it low
Smoke up roll up Po up some mo
Hold up shawty don't fold up
Acting like des hoes
Like what's the problem tho
Drugs and da plug das why I
Trap, uh, that yay, we call it fish scale, Fish, uh, that fentanyl call it Fetty Wap
Cookin' up fish scale, call it drop Drop, uh, they spendin'
gots to turn it up, so D.J. turn it up
You see her drop it on the floor, D.J. turn it up
I want to see a little more, D.J. turn it up
Oh she a freak
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
a bouncer
Stay on the west side of that mountain
Then watch me Pull up with the stick
And let it go before I drop it
Saw em trap by the day
Some time with
we say when
And we gon' hangover the next day
But we will remember this day
So drop the pop and get low
Or we can drop the top and just cruise
We
you niggas say you want a better price
Price, you got it but it ain't gon' hook right
Drop seven on lock tight, fuck wit' it the whole night
Try
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