Stop, Drop & Roll

I got a Glock 23 in my right pocket, left bout a 20 in dubs

These niggas don’t be on that shit in real life, they be risking they life for a buzz

I came from the trenches young nigga, real rock so they know outside I’m a thug

I stepped in that bitch I had all my ice on young nigga shine bright like a bug

We walk in the party we pressing, these lil niggas so broke they need blessings

We don’t cuff these lil hoe they be messy, they gon hate I don’t show no affection

Gotta go get up get dope can’t be stressing, I feel like being broke taught me lessons

Finna run it up more I be ready, gotta flex on my ops I be petty

Gotta go get that bag for my daughters you play and get slaughter you know that that deli

Go get the dope from the border and start serving orders til’ 12 come catch me

Flew from LA with two P’s with the paper ID I was scared when they check me

Bro your shit don’t go hard it’s just catchy, ran it up now my guap looking stretchy

Try to rob for them niggas in a jam like jelly, shoot his op had a nigga walk around like felling

Thick white bitch with me with an ass like barely, white AF ones nigga drip like Nelly

Got the same tommy gun (gang had on betty?) I don’t do this for funds I got funds already

Go pick up the bonds and make tons off envy, they think it’s a race but I won already

Hit yo block with that fire better stop drop and roll, we get the drop make it lock on the stove

We get that guap try to plot and get shot in the nose, nigga start sipping Wock had to stop pouring 4’s

Sat down with the plug and I locked in a load, only leave the trap house to go rock me a show

We run down on ops and we popping more codes, I might go fend for the amount of shots that I tote

Oh that’s yo bitch well she fucking us both, the rent where you live couldn’t even pay for my coat

Ain’t having no dealer young nigga next order, we having this shit these niggas dead broke

We used to trap zips now it’s P’s on the floor, nigga still hit licks if it’s green it’s a go

In love with that guap I be fiending for more, shit can’t fit in my pocket I need more than 4

Our bro got too much of this shit I didn’t know, lil bro quick to up with that glick he a pro

We do magic tricks we gon swang that stick then voila, that nigga turn to a ghost

Like haha mixing your ashes with dope, tell I need money nigga you and me both

All this water on me bitch we need boats, bout a quarter on me finna clean these hoes

Cashed out on drip get it back like it didn’t even go, catch a opp lacking and that’s what we call a free throw

Bitch we got more tools than a home depot, catch that boy outside his home he smoked

All the innocent bystanders better be low, better go check the score pussy boy we 3-0

Had a talk with Ben Franklin you know that we close, if he ever leave me I’ma go like T.O

Hit yo block with that fire better stop drop and roll, we get the drop make it lock on the stove

We get that guap try to plot and get shot in the nose, nigga start sipping Wock had to stop pouring 4’s

Sat down with the plug and I locked in a load, only leave the trap house to go rock me a show

We run down on ops and we popping more codes, I might go fend for the amount of shots that I tote

Oh that’s yo bitch well she fucking us both, the rent where you live couldn’t even pay for my coat

Ain’t having no dealer young nigga next order, we having this shit these niggas dead broke

We used to trap zips now it’s P’s on the floor, nigga still hit licks if it’s green it’s a go

In love with that guap I be fiending for more, shit can’t fit in my pocket I need more than 4