Dropped The Lo Lyrics – Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby
Niggas ain’t even got no opps, who y’all talkin’ ’bout in them songs?
I got a opp can’t even look me eye to eye ’cause one of *** gone
People keep tellin’ me that I’m beefin’ with a Pit’ (Helluva made this beat, baby)
I call my four-five a leash, ***’ll make a *** sit (Enrgy made this one)
Oh, yeah
Pop out when it’s hot out, find a *** to ***’ skate on
Pop out when it’s cold, Gucci coat and all my J on
Play with somethin’ safe, you niggas tryna keep they face on
Extension hangin’ out that Glock ten, look like a payphone
Wake up in the mornin’, put my Amiris then my K on
If you really tryna play it safe, ***, stay home
Get a *** touched anywhere ’cause my pap’ long
I be tryna get a *** face like a [?]
Ayy, pop out in my city, all my J on, brand new Gucci coat
Two types of people that don’t like me, *** niggas, goofy hoes
Niggas ain’t even got no opps, who y’all talkin’ ’bout in them songs?
I got a opp can’t even look me eye to eye ’cause one of *** gone
We ain’t ’bout to play with no ***, boy, or no ***
Run up on ’em, dump the whole clip, yeah, that’s some cold ***
Not a goofy when it come to smoke, I ain’t gon’ post ***
And when these niggas get they brains scattered, I don’t know ***
Used to beat niggas’ ass back in the day, now I pop niggas
You be with them niggas I don’t like, you might die with ’em
I was broke, I caught the DDOT, now the top missin’
*** the opps, them niggas be put up like the dry dishes
Ayy, Skilla, they can’t *** with us on street *** or rap ***
Me and Mu in the London, *** ***’ off our accent
I text like thirty hoes, “Good morning” ‘fore I eat breakfast
They can turn the lights off and annex ’cause our necks lit
Pop out when it’s hot out, find a *** to ***’ skate on
Pop out when it’s cold, Gucci coat and all my J on
Play with somethin’ safe, you niggas tryna keep they face on
Extension hangin’ out that Glock ten, look like a payphone
Wake up in the mornin’, put my Amiris then my K on
If you really tryna play it safe, ***, stay home
Get a *** touched anywhere ’cause my pap’ long
I be tryna get a *** face like a [?]
Them boys ain’t my motherfuckin’ opps, them my custo’
Gang for the iPhones, they be gettin’ touched on
Chopper crush bones, we bust hoes and tough tones
It don’t matter what the *** wrong, strap your nuts on
I been ridin’ ’round with money and blicks since a jit
I been tweakin’, sendin’ hit, all this over a kit
People keep tellin’ me that I’m beefin’ with a Pit’
I call my four-five a leash, ***’ll make a *** sit
I up three Ms on the ‘Gram, it make ’em sick
Chain doin’ the Uzi dance every time I take a pic’
Got the hook on my ***, I can’t even take a ***
None of my guns borin’, everythin’ got a switch
Tryna blow a *** like a candle, make a wish
Every time me and Tee in the club, it’s a light show
I just *** the opps, striker up, call GEICO
Up the Drac’ and knock a *** stomach off like some lipo’, ha
Pop out when it’s hot out, find a *** to ***’ skate on
Pop out when it’s cold, Gucci coat and all my J on
Play with somethin’ safe, you niggas tryna keep they face on
Extension hangin’ out that Glock ten, look like a payphone
Wake up in the mornin’, put my Amiris then my K on
If you really tryna play it safe, ***, stay home
Get a *** touched anywhere ’cause my pap’ long
I be tryna get a *** face like a [?]
