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stop it - drego lyrics

[intro: drego]
boy

[verse 1: drego]
n*gga say he with the bag, n*gga, stop it
uh, i’ma get this sh*t off and stack the profit
uh, it’s two thousand for these breeches that i’m rockin’, uh
man, this car fetty so i can hit the dope with a 10
i’ma get the bag off and bool in the ten
meet me at the bvs, send me a couple grams
this n*gga doin’ hand*to*hands, i wouldn’t recommend
uh, they like “dregy, stop trappin’, just rap”, i’m blowin’ through the bag
i don’t give a f*ck, i’m ’bout a beat, i’m beatin’ up the bag
i don’t give a f*ck, i’m ’bout a beat, i’m beatin’ up her cat
it’s brazy how i sip all of this milk but i don’t never lack, boy

[verse 2: kutty5000]
okay
b*tch always beatin’ down my phone but i don’t interact
when i’m with nae nae we do applе business, somewherе catchin’ jacks
my new glock came with a scat, sick his brother in the past
somebody then come double back, say it’s fifty on me, double that
i wanna see you pick that lil’ sh*t up, b*tch, show me that it’s fat
hotter then run up her bag, [?] tough, ain’t no more than that
i was broke as f*ck, it ain’t mean sh*t for me to blow some racks
how they all on a n*gga d*ck but ain’t no goin’ back?
[verse 3: drego]
she get the d*ck a couple times and she get too attached
i need an eight like every other day, i think that i’m an addict
uh, i play with them squares for real but i ain’t got a patek, uh
b*tch, i’m really tied in like a straitjacket
get the bag in and get it gone when i ain’t rappin’
got my hitters with me in the field like a great kevin
hit a n*gga with an old*school cup like i’m peyton manning, uh
that’s a gun, stupid, uh
would i ever love a tut? do i look like cupid?
n*gga, ain’t no fake me, do i look like boosie?
uh, bein’ broke is a joke, do i look like druski?
it’s like two twenty*fives just to pour this fluid
uh, b*tch, i’m out here servin’ j’s, now i feel like juice
boy

[verse 4: kutty5000]
mm*hmm
also, i just want some head, i don’t want no pucci
hundred*round clips for the switch, we could shoot a movie
n*ggas buy pink 10 with a 30, got me feelin’ groovy
i don’t even look a b*tch way if she don’t play it boochie
how is you gon’ play it with my brother, keep his guns
also n*ggas hoes, they be runnin’ from it, we gon’ run to it
also n*ggas hoes, they be runnin’ from it, we gon’ run to it

- drego lyrics

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