DROP

(produced by jjturnmeup)

[Verse 1]
This can go two ways so nigga choose up
Think this nigga police, he acting too tough
Steady posing with his blick trying to prove sum
Aye, even yo homies know you ain't go do nun

I was in the bank so much they thought I was a teller
She fucking so good aye I think she want that Telfar
I'm sick of ova east, she say "this where Herb be?"
She asking all them question, bitch we sliding on JT
And she begging me to talk but this Tesla beatin me
I know they look rich but everything ain't what it seems
Heard you get a rush off doing crazy things
Walk in this bank and do this 8k for me
Yeah he talkin crazy, but he ain't talkin to me
Not suprised he capping boy I heard that talk is cheap

[Verse 2 ]
He keep saying he steppin, we gone come and see
They hawking your page, we gone find out where you be
I feelin like a mathlete countin up these knots
Gone be a track meet if my broski see his opps
Why 12 always trying to make this life shit a job
Can't turn on this block, jakes too hot

[Verse 3]
Remember sittin' in my room prayin that the pain would stop
That was my first love tell tht bitch kick rocks
Imma all star baby, pass me the rock
Told her to pullup bitch fuck a shot clock
Bro half sleep politicin off the Wock
He seen some crazy shit outside huggin the block
Need a crazy wrist, and I need a big Glock
Its gone be a sad day if he think he got the drop

Remember sittin' in my room prayin that the pain would stop
That was my first love tell tht bitch kick rocks
Imma all star baby, pass me the rock
Told her to pullup bitch fuck a shot clock
Bro half sleep politicin off the Wock
He seen some crazy shit outside huggin the block
Need a crazy wrist, and I need a big Glock
Its gone be a sad day if he think he got the drop