Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drop, artist - Gunplay.
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drop |
Work on the way, coke in the speed |
I got a kilo of Molly, few thousand Oxy’s and weed |
I’m bout to tear this shit down |
I got the purest shit 'round |
These niggas ain’t fucking with me |
My junkies jump on the jitney |
I whip the flake with a fork |
Oh you think it’s a joke? |
Oh you think it’s a game? |
But I’m hoping you don’t |
I got this shit all in a yoke, caught in the sleeper |
And I started with beakers and tweakers, Chevy’s and Regals |
I hid the bass in the speakers, behind the bass in the speakers |
I hit 50dB's in each toungue in my sneakers |
I get it then, I get it off |
Skull, and sell it all |
Y’all, I can flip it by tomorrow, you can bet a car |
Bogota blizzard on my block and I just made a call |
I got the sack, I came to drop and then I’m taking off |
(Feel me) |
Came to drop the sack off (feel me) |
I ain’t counting, I ain’t weighing |
I ain’t chilling, I ain’t staying, nawm' sayin' |
I just came to drop the sack off (feel me) |
I ain’t counting, I ain’t weighing |
I ain’t chilling, I ain’t staying, nawm' sayin' |
I just came to drop, drop |
I just came to drop the sack off |
(drop, drop, drop, drop, drop) |
I just came to drop the sack off |
(drop, drop, drop, drop, drop) |
I just came to drop the sack off (feel me) |
I ain’t counting, I ain’t weighing |
I ain’t chilling, I ain’t staying, nawm' sayin' (feel me) |
Who want it raw? |
Who want it soft? |
Who on the block? |
Who want the ball? |
Tell me, who need a pound? |
Tell me, who need an onion? |
(tell me) |
Fuck what you’re telling me, just tell me you got the money |
You say you get it cheaper? |
But still my shit more ether |
Get Franklin’s no Aretha, you broke and and get no doritos |
What’s the play on the 'yay? |
He say give me three days |
We just a field goal away, we 'bout to reload the safe |
Every minute on the Muller, that’s a c-note to make |
When you see I break this brick back up there won’t be no debate |
Zoe told me he got it, I’m speaking Creole today |
My Cuban told me he buy it, now it’s frijole’s and steak |
Drop, drop, drop, drop |
Drop, drop, drop, feel me |
Drop, drop, drop, drop |
Drop, drop, drop, feel me |
Drop, drop, drop, drop |
Drop, drop, drop, feel me |
Drop, drop, drop, drop |
Drop, drop, drop, feel me |