777 - drop1 lyrics
mil’ ticket, i know i can’t die at war like pat tillman
i’m the type to make ’em both eat it like grant williams
told the jet pilot, me and rell was sauce and garrett wilson
i can’t believe these n****s drill rapping without k!lling
i suck at leading in s*x ’cause i’m the type to ask
every time i take a break, the “v” in drop keep coming back
they said that i would never win—i’m mad i should’ve bet
drops in my head like becky g, i still ain’t break a sweat
anita wilson—n***a, i ball more than evеrything
everybody know she ain’t nevеr get a wedding ring
all them b*tches in my phone, ain’t n0body getting claimed
type to take the stripper in the back after i make it rain
that sh*t on his pillow make his bed rock like young money
bullets and advice the only things a na took from me
like charlie day, when i pop out you know it’s always sunny
i f*cked a rap na baby mom like dejounte murray
at least she straight to the point—asked me, “do i trick?”
she ain’t take the switch charge—you better switch the b*tch
i’m rich mon, i got that 23 on me like mitch
nah—i got one more, i’m 24 like marshawn lynch
anita wilson—n***a, i ball more than everything
everybody know she ain’t never get a wedding ring
all them b*tches in my phone, ain’t n0body getting claimed
type to take the stripper in the back after i make it rain
10 on me like eli manning, i’m balling with my blood brother
they hit my man, we bent they man—that get back a motherf*cker
no matter what, ain’t leaving my heat like jimmy butler
i balled 12 months straight like de’andre hunter
no matter what, i ain’t leaving my heat like jimmy butler
thought i was done—i bounced back like a bed spring
head on a swivel, i can’t let ’em get the first swing
standing on that money ’til i’m same size as yao ming
yeah, i like to rap—but sh*t, i ball more than everything
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