Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drop , by - Vin Jay. Release date: 27.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drop |
| Ugh |
| Yall know what it is |
| Get down like I’m unloadin' a clip |
| Bout time that I been chosen |
| Yall can never block my shine with a solar eclipse |
| Own the game like I was Activision |
| I just took the throne and never asked permission |
| And now I count it up like I’m a mathematician |
| Fuck anybody tellin' me I’m actin' different |
| I’m like, fall back and don’t test the beast |
| Said you want smoke but won’t step to me |
| Otherwise you’re gonna witness a grotest defeat |
| Like, die mother fucker but don’t rest in peace |
| Bitch don’t burden me |
| The nympho sure to be |
| All on my dick |
| I spit so thoroughly |
| Yall got next but I live dope currently |
| Turnin' my cash into cryptocurrency |
| Everybody wanna follow where Vin go |
| Bendin' backwards for me, this limbo |
| Chef cookin' I be comin' with the big dough |
| Anybody tryna get a slice, this Kimbo |
| Came up, now the rest irrelevant |
| Tell em' I be going in, no self-development |
| I’m a killer with the pen, don’t test the rhetoric |
| Quit school, got rich, I’m a blessed degenerate |
| I, I, I, I been a livin' legend |
| This is not a hobby, it’s a sick obsession |
| You will never see me spend a minute stressin' |
| Runnin' through these hurdles like an intersection |
| I been givin' blessings that I won’t waste |
| And my biggest weapon is my own faith |
| If a critic steppin' I’m a clip intestines with a Smith &Wesson like |
| No, wait |
| Better get runnin' don’t got a weapon, I’m talkin' |
| But I’ve been ready to bust and I’m fuckin' bout to |
| They know the devil been summoned |
| Don’t gotta tell em' I’m comin' |
| I got your brethren duckin' when I surround you |
| Damn, to real to put em up on the billboards |
| What I got, they tryna get it in pill form |
| Been a young king in a game, what I’m built for |
| Hearts break when I come through, stillborn |
| Ain’t know that we next |
| Ain’t let a label get hold of me yet |
| Not knowin' sooner that I don’t need none of you ho’s |
| Is probably my only regret |
| Homie I’m blessed and I don’t need day jobs |
| I make hits for a livin', I’m A Rod |
| No I don’t miss when the rhymes got aim |
| My life is a beach and I’m paid, this Baywatch, ugh |
| Nah ho, thinkin' I’m broke that’s priceless |
| My dough makin' eyes roll like nitrous |
| I go into grind mode, like lightning |
| Quicker than the speed of sound and that’s frightening |
| Y’all know what I done’s incredible |
| Probably the reason my funds been plentiful |
| Better fall back, you bums expendable |
| I aim down sights, put your lungs in reticles |
| Come get it, I’m a happily verse |
| Any half ass rapper that have any balls |
| Half of em' won’t ever get a fraction the growth |
| Braggin' about a bag, but they actually broke |
| That’s how it goes lookin' like attack of the clones |
| So I gotta hit em with immaculate flows |
| Captain the boat, no I never pass the controls |
| Bad to the bone, tell em' all I’m back in my zone |