Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drop 5 , by - Lloyd Banks. Release date: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drop 5 |
| Keep talking that talk till' we catch you out there and tint your lids |
| I put all my focus on a new way to ballons the kids |
| There ain’t enough accolades to cover the shit we did |
| A grown up had shrouded me on the neck, but I’m disinterested |
| When it comes to rated R shit, I’m double and back like Mr. Big |
| Worry bout family ties 'cause my cousin’ll smack you with the SIG |
| Stumbling backwards, split yo' wig, humbling bastards, fist the jig |
| I don’t even know who the fuck you are, let alone what your business is |
| Party stairs and Cartier glares, ricochet shots and break spears |
| My sons' is dissing me, mad as hell when a car seat takes stairs |
| I trump these niggas, 8 tiers |
| Apply the pressure, shake peers |
| Faced on my fears, seeing my nickname on the marquee, great years |
| Ears to the slower life, two to three kids, a home, a wife |
| Stabled in, if I roll the dice, grounded, growing, it’s cultured, ice |
| Living in danger most my life, could’ve just stopped, I chose my vice |
| Putting this work to make sure I’m buried in ice |
| You cross the line, my nigga, none of that shit will be forgiven |
| Take opinions wit' ya, don’t ever question how we livin' |
| Owe it to the dead, and all of my niggas in the prison |
| This is infrared, right on the target, take it in lead |
| I need my kids to live fly, I’m not just trying to get by |
| You violate, meet your fate, me and this nine on my side |
| Nobody’s hot and whenever you come around, we outside |
| Let a nigga take one of ours, it’s only right we drop five |
| Uh |
| The name will always hold weight, I’ll leave it to little Chris |
| You bitch, I’m killing this for you, diss me, do your due diligence |
| Industry playing experiments, Damn I wish you were still a fan |
| Started for 20 years, on the average they out the bench |
| Calling you find the realest stinge, Ive been the shit |
| I’m still convinced, my penmanship, dismember shit |
| I’ve been feeding this game since I entered it |
| Back, since you mentioned it, wondering where the tension went |
| Niggas fucking up the draft class, magazine full of trash bags |
| Smoking and drinking 'till it made me ill, praying for God to take the wheel |
| My rhyme is exceptional, so my neighbors chill |
| Be cool your honor, I’m moving commas, excuse your partner |
| A true provider, in blue Gabbana, the coupe’s designer |
| My pools piranha, I lose the drama in Punta Cana |
| There’s never a question on who’s the rider, remove the timer |
| Life is a bitch, will makes excuses out her, persevere |
| Piece of cake when your purposes clear |
| Second time I’ve been cursed this year |
| You cross the line, my nigga, none of that shit will be forgiven |
| Take opinions wit' ya, don’t ever question how we livin' |
| Owe it to the dead, and all of my niggas in the prison |
| This is infrared, right on the target, take it in lead |
| I need my kids to live fly, I’m not just trying to get by |
| You violate, meet your fate, me and this nine on my side |
| Nobody’s hot and whenever you come around, we outside |
| Let a nigga take one of ours, it’s only right we drop five |