nba youngboy – drop’em Lyrics

drop’em By nba youngboy

Ayy, turn me up Nin’ (Uh, uh, uh)
Ayy, Lil Top (Uh, buh, buh, buh)
Ayy, we really in the streets with this *** boy (Buh, buh)
I can’t trust nobody
***, I’ma shoot VP if anythin’ go wrong (How you bummin’?)

Shawty gave the drop and we popped and we popped (Yeah)
Catch the other ***, we gon’ drop (We gon’ drop, yeah)
*** who gon’ do it with Don Dotta, yeah (They won’t do it)
Catch me prolly tourin’ with them shottas, yeah
Roll that *** up
That *** a ***, I split his mans, yeah
Check the scoreboard
That’s why he mad, them niggas lame, yeah
Posted up, grave diggin’ where that gang at?
Lil Top, let’s go
***, how you be talkin’ when your brains blow?
***, blow your pole

Scary ass, dirty in my past with these hunnid rolls
Could teach a class with all these stacks, the way my money flows
Yeah, I spent three-fifty and more just for my ***’ Rolls
***, I give a *** two-fifty or more, I bet I bust his dome
This that flexin’ talk
I just pulled this *** from out the bank, now watch that, make that, woah
Leave these *** blind, I’m so shine the way this Patek spark
Rest out in the North, get my day one, I flip that cutter off
Pressure been applied, why I’m so up, it ain’t my ***’ fault
Ah, yeah, I say bump it down
Best not keep that talkin’ out your head
I took fifty pounds, flew that *** from Cali to that bay
***, don’t turn around, I say just go down, gimme head
Police crackin’ down, ***’ beat the case, we bust his head
So ***’ slimy, ***, check your climate with your red
They say, “A-I ballin’,” they say, “A-I bust a *** head”
Get the drop up on ’em
I got ten just for where he stand
Do a pop up on ’em
They gon’ leave ’em stretched before I pay

Shawty gave the drop and we popped and we popped (Yeah)
Catch the other ***, we gon’ drop (We gon’ drop, yeah)
*** who gon’ do it with Don Dotta, yeah (They won’t do it)
Catch me prolly tourin’ with them shottas, yeah
Roll that *** up
That *** a ***, I split his mans, yeah
Check the scoreboard
That’s why he mad, them niggas lame, yeah
Posted up, grave diggin’ where that gang at?
Dig up your bro
***, how you be talkin’ when your brains blow?
***, blow your pole

Gave the drop and we popped and we popped ’em ***
They done showed up and we dropped, and we dropped ’em
*** don’t wanna do it with Don Dotta, with Don Dotta
Catch me prolly tourin’ with them shottas, with them shottas
*** still-, ***
Ayy, I’m still flexin’, still steppin
I don’t give a *** (Ayy, yeah, ayy YB, whatcha on ***?)
Don’t know why a *** be doin’ all that ho ass *** (Turn me up four)
But you a gangsta (Yeah)
I bet those niggas around you be lookin’ at you
***, you a priv’ ***, yeah
I’m with the ***, you could suck my ***, ***
Gang ***, no lame ***
You know what it is, play game, get your brain split (Yeah, ***)
Free DDawg

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