CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : DROP IT
Edge up his face and mess up the place
Call up the masons then suffocate
F**k up his faith and murder the cake
Wake out the booth of 300 degrees
Don’t f**k around
Don’t f**k around
Don’t f**k around
Don’t f**k around
Don’t f**k around
Don’t f**k around
Don’t f**k around
Don’t f**k around
I feel pressure coming at me
Like a monday, I feel
Lead up on my head like it’s
The first date, I feel
Like I’m at the club, say wa**up to me
Chop it up like cutlery
I finesse a burglary
Nothing coming in between
Mango and the music I be
Aiming up no archery
Eat like I’m mufasa
And I fight like it’s wakanda
Pu**y chocolate willy wonka
Make a project in the sauna
We be cookin till thе sun up
I be puffin on a ton of
Cali f**kin marijuana
Growin up I want no honda
Now I’m chasing all the commas
If it didn’t come with drama
Thеn I’d be the dalai lama
I need to shoutout all my partners
Call me bxshir, these kids
Don’t wan’t no problem
Shake wake me up
I be out there praising allah
N***as all in my sh*t
Choppy choppy they piranha
Choppy choppy beauty parlor
Copy copy go latina
Call me papi papi
New Bugatti industry gave
Me a brand new hobby
F**ked a b*t*h yuh
Ima spend it on my wrist
May you get the jist huh
Made me mad you get me p*ssed
What the f**k is this huh
Hit way cannon like I’m trist huh
Yeah that lil b*t*h uh
Wanna f**k with my set
Yeah you see the sight huh
Watch me load up my tec
When I step up on the court
I’m taking aim like a vet yuh
If I hear you talkin, you get flu like a debt
Twenty twenty b*t*h I started grinding
Had to get this sh*t, shut the f**k up b*t*h
There ain’t no running let this pistol whip
I’m blowing up your town with music
Looking like a missile hit
Screamin like a kettle that boy stay up
On his wisdom sh*t, she said she cannot
F**k you no more cus you got that pickle d**k
Ima f**kin swing that blade
You know I let the sickle hit, b*t*h all on my d**k
Yeah you know she love the tickle tick
I’m a demon in disguise, I should
Dress up like I’m fiddle sticks
Call up the masons then suffocate
F**k up his faith and murder the cake
Wake out the booth of 300 degrees
Don’t f**k around
Don’t f**k around
Don’t f**k around
Don’t f**k around
Don’t f**k around
Don’t f**k around
Don’t f**k around
Don’t f**k around
I feel pressure coming at me
Like a monday, I feel
Lead up on my head like it’s
The first date, I feel
Like I’m at the club, say wa**up to me
Chop it up like cutlery
I finesse a burglary
Nothing coming in between
Mango and the music I be
Aiming up no archery
Eat like I’m mufasa
And I fight like it’s wakanda
Pu**y chocolate willy wonka
Make a project in the sauna
We be cookin till thе sun up
I be puffin on a ton of
Cali f**kin marijuana
Growin up I want no honda
Now I’m chasing all the commas
If it didn’t come with drama
Thеn I’d be the dalai lama
I need to shoutout all my partners
Call me bxshir, these kids
Don’t wan’t no problem
Shake wake me up
I be out there praising allah
N***as all in my sh*t
Choppy choppy they piranha
Choppy choppy beauty parlor
Copy copy go latina
Call me papi papi
New Bugatti industry gave
Me a brand new hobby
F**ked a b*t*h yuh
Ima spend it on my wrist
May you get the jist huh
Made me mad you get me p*ssed
What the f**k is this huh
Hit way cannon like I’m trist huh
Yeah that lil b*t*h uh
Wanna f**k with my set
Yeah you see the sight huh
Watch me load up my tec
When I step up on the court
I’m taking aim like a vet yuh
If I hear you talkin, you get flu like a debt
Twenty twenty b*t*h I started grinding
Had to get this sh*t, shut the f**k up b*t*h
There ain’t no running let this pistol whip
I’m blowing up your town with music
Looking like a missile hit
Screamin like a kettle that boy stay up
On his wisdom sh*t, she said she cannot
F**k you no more cus you got that pickle d**k
Ima f**kin swing that blade
You know I let the sickle hit, b*t*h all on my d**k
Yeah you know she love the tickle tick
I’m a demon in disguise, I should
Dress up like I’m fiddle sticks
