The Drop

[Intro: YungLiV]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Off day, niggas still ain't seein' me
Opp pack, niggas stinkin'

[Chorus: YungLiV]
We got the drop and did it easily
On a off day, the opposition still ain't seein' me
Thirty racks stashed, tucked in my Amiris, this bitch feelin' me
I know you fuckin' what's his name
We on his ass, this between you and me
This money comin' and real knots, that's a fact
I heard he got the drop, came down and got wet
Roll up the [?], check on the tires, pop a X, get on my act
Thursday for the cops, so Friday we makin' a mess

[Verse 1: YungLiV]
Me and 22 the reason all the opps put down to rest
Spray the TEC, we hit him good, he tried to fee, bro hit his back
I was really dodgin' bullets, fightin' cases for my set
Fifties and hunnids, hollows flyin' in direction for them racks
We gon' let you know if it's the smoke with us, we come correct
Run down and let that Glizzy hit for pillow talkin' to that bitch
We all fuck, we all fuck, we all fuck, we all fuck
Only thing that lil' bitch good for settin' niggas up
I have Lil G Boy play the front, I hit the back and let it cut
He tried to run, where you goin', lil' nigga? I ain't done
Drop out a hundred fifty shells
Right to the set like it ain't nothin'
We just committed a, shh, can't speak on nothin' we just done
Told my lil' eater hold it down, I went to jail and that bitch didn't
That's why I don't got love for these bitches
We can fuck but we can't kick it
The way I let my Glizzy hang out my RTA, she picky
We the real Get Back Gang, if you ain't know, go ask the city

[Chorus: YungLiV]
We got the drop and did it easily
On a off day, the opposition still ain't seein' me
Thirty racks stashed, tucked in my Amiris, this bitch feelin' me
I know you fuckin' what's his name
We on his ass, this between you and me
This money comin' and real knots, that's a fact
I heard he got the drop, came down and got wet
Roll up the [?], check on the tires, pop a X, get on my act
Thursday for the cops, so Friday we makin' a mess

[Verse 2: Lil Buckss]
Go, we don't conversate, tell them boys check the citizens
At a dime, if you executin' go box that nigga in
He don't like the way he shoot, fuck it, flip switch him
Bro broke his trigger finger, so he switch to different hand
Frontline for what? We turn his man to Runtz
These niggas ain't outside, them boys Cap'n Crunch
Four for a loan and we send the blitz, them niggas had to punch
Brodie hit, shh, inside his head, they thought he had the pump

[Verse 3: YungLiV]
Demons in my head, my homie died, we started drillin'
Bend a nigga block, stretch out his mans, ain't leave a witness
Quilly, he tried to turn around and broski turn him into a picture
Hit that bag on top your head and have your partner come to get you
Niggas sayin' I'm hidin' on out West and they don't get me
Hollow tips and Drac's, hit up the wheel, they come tinted
Broski boxin' many shots, the Glock [?] 'til it's finished
[?] got whacked, they ain't get back for they lil' nigga

[Verse 4: Lil Buckss & YungLiV]
Go, I'm off Lo, Lil Kye and Duka
They don't know who did it
Mean the boys don't know the shooter
He ain't seen us poppin' out the cut, that boy stupid
Niggas makin' up scores, what the fuck you doin'?
[?] with his bitch and got wrapped up
Round of applause, they got clapped up
And I got my stick inside the mall, nigga, act up
Had to clap a nigga down in public, he won't back up