Drop It Off

[Intro: Young Dolph & Quavo]
(Zaytoven)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
It's Dolph (Ayy)
Migos (Uh-huh, woo)

[Chorus: Quavo & Young Dolph]
Drop that sack off (That sack), drop them racks off (Them racks)
Bad bitch in my car (Ayy), takin' her panties off (Woo)
We know you real soft (Real soft), yeah, that's real talk (Real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off, yeah, yeah (Brrt, brrt)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain't gettin' no money, I wish you well (Go get the money)
I'm havin' too much traffic, neighbors gon' tell (Yeah, ayy, pull up)
I gotta put you down 'bout my clientele (Uh-huh)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
My clientele jumpin' (Turn up), I think I'm onto somethin' (Yeah)
I never had nothin' (Nah), that's why I'm always stuntin' (Yeah)
My right-hand man was there when nobody wasn't (For real)
You ever seen three million cash, nigga, in all hundreds? (Woo)
Shut the spot down, I smell the drug task coming (Woop-woop)
Throw away all the phones, uh, I got rich off strong, yeah
If you take care your family, then you my type of nigga, ayy
I might sit down and chop it up, count some millions with you, woah
Dolph Gabbana, can't do nothing with a broke ho (Uh-uh)
Can't trust a nigga because where I'm from, they cutthroat (Ayy)
You play ball, sell weed, or you cookin' dope? (Which one?)
It ain't 'bout big money, then I ain't who you lookin' for

[Chorus: Quavo & Young Dolph]
Drop that sack off (That sack), drop them racks off (Them racks)
Bad bitch in my car (Ayy), takin' her panties off (Woo)
We know you real soft (Real soft), yeah, that's real talk (Real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off, yeah, yeah (Brrt, brrt)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain't gettin' no money, I wish you well (Go get the money)
I'm havin' too much traffic, neighbors gon' tell (Ayy, pull up)
I gotta put you down 'bout my clientele (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2: Quavo, Takeoff & Offset]
Colossal (Ayy), Gelato (Gelato)
Neighbors knockin' at my door, ask what's that loud smell? (Cookie)
Draco aimin' at my peephole (Peephole)
Ain't 'bout no violence, they gon' tell, quick to call 12 (12)
Dribble a ball, bale (Bale)
We sellin' the raw, shells (Raw)
He poppin' that lame shit (Pop)
The chopper shoot like it's a ball player (Baow)
Give me the pot, give me the powder, I bet I turn it to paste
Who call the shots? Who talk on wires? (Who), I bet I turn 'em to waste (Who?)
I keep the fire, Michael Myers, I'm in the dark, connivin'
Bombin', Osama Bin Laden
Under the ground plottin'
Smokin' on poison ivy (Poison)
Bricks in a porta-potty (Bricks)
When I'm with Dolph, we divin' (Dive)
Slippery diamonds slidin' (Hey)

[Chorus: Quavo & Young Dolph]
Drop that sack off (That sack), drop them racks off (Them racks)
Bad bitch in my car (Ayy), takin' her panties off (Woo)
We know you real soft (Real soft), yeah, that's real talk (Real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off, yeah, yeah (Brrt, brrt)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain't gettin' no money, I wish you well (Go get the money)
I'm havin' too much traffic, neighbors gon' tell (Ayy, pull up)
I gotta put you down 'bout my clientele (Uh-huh)