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[part 1: drop1;]
sh*t, them pistols, we done passed ’em out, the n*gga you should be askin’ ’bout
50 in the heat, no countin’, young n*gga shootin’ like eddie house
rappin’ in the field like ab, can’t wait ’til the ps touch down
number one like josh downs, i ain’t see her yet, i’m always outta town
i got valet parking for two*hour label meetings in nyc, the young turnt face they keep on seein’
she wanna f*ck to my unreleased, bro ballin’ like me, no tracey t
like whiteside, i got my heat
i been feelin’ like dominoes, d*mn, all these hoes want a piеce of me
grab a b*tch, we passеd the b*tch, she f*cked the set like joy taylor
bro in the back of vv blowin’ the yop, want a n*gga gone, drop a payment
not friendly, i don’t like talkin’, he try get it up from the four*man blitz, you know that’s a dead man walkin’
grabbing bowl, n*gga never gon’ move, trap paralyzed like stephen hawking
tactics they used on me don’t work, like scratched*up dvds
wanna stretch somethin’ out, i know a n*gga got bled down from them green t.i.p.s
i passed the rock to mines, i was droppin’ dimes with the nine like drew brees
filled the two*liter up with a eight, catch one on the break like zach lavine
pretty b*tch beside me yarlie got me f*ckin’ mami
these rap n*ggas ain’t got no homies, matter fact, let me switch the topic
i ain’t touch the courts still got the ring like nikola topic
started at the bottom ’til i got my team lit like the flint tropics
state to state, i told my mom i’m never comin’ home
i thought she had morals, she let me f*ck in a fishbowl
can’t f*ck with the twins, nicki think i’m tryna hit nicole
you can smell that sh*t i got on like i’m willie jones
[part 2: drenchszn;]
100 nights inside the trap that sh*t gon’ come you gotta be patient
this sh*t up and down forreal we built this sh*t up from the bas*m*nt
i’m coming fly ash*t every outfit trim ain’t nothing basic
fly shooter rock amiri’s still jump out leave faces
bending spree, change my ways and got some cash on a spending spree
b*tch ain’t used to want me i bossed it up she lost her memory
we go hand 2 hand just call luh var if you need a p
this b*tch want double c the only thing that b*tch gon get is d
if you broke get off your ass them sad stories for the birds
watch your mouth don’t diss the dead n*gga you can die ’bout words
2 a.m. i’m on the block, exotic crumbs look like nerds
ain’t sh*t changed i ain’t bougie, if you want a dime you getting served
i seen n*ggas act tough get in the jam and they fold
only thing he know is murder my lil brother took a soul
ever since the guys died that sh*t turned my heart cold
if your life going to h*ll my best advice go build your phone

- drenchszn drop1 lyrics

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