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adam22 - drop1 lyrics

[intro: drenchszn]
drench inna v right now n*gga
if you didn’t know, you know now n*gga

[hook: drenchszn]
bad b*tches iced out necklace, diamonds on my chain
this b*tch shaking ass they all scream my name
trap phone jumping, plays call my phone for that mary jane
get them p’s off exotic man you know i do my thing
what you know about taking risks and tryn’ make it back
f*cking up the e*way doing 50′ b*tch we in a cat
got old running n*ggas turnimg za but i serve them plat
the ghost go for like 600 i said f*ck it i’ma still tax

[verse 1: drenchszn]
watch like alaska this snowboard lookin at my wrist
i don’t need a flash we in the dark and watch my diamonds hit
spill blood for my chain and [?] gon body sh*t
remember i was broke i grabbed my mask and started robbing sh*t
i ever text the b*tch she still stuck n*gga call my bluff
she f*ck with the drops and she with yall, yall don’t spin enough
n*gga fake crazy n*gga you don’t evеn bend enough
you can’t tie your shoеs n*gga you ain’t even did enough
16 but grown man status and my digits up
i told her bust it open for a k!lla and she did it
i can’t feel my face i’m high as sh*t smoking switchya
lil bro spinning til that n*gga getting dizzier
you a grown man ain’t touch a 20 get from out the streets
2025 ain’t hit no heads then get from out the beef
f*ck a n*gga b*tch we out in public i don’t even speak
you think this your b*tch we had this b*tch grippin on the sheets
she playing bougie showed her a band she lost her morals
she said she feel it in her spine like she took epidural
she know i’m a keep it p won’t say a thing i’m a keep it cordial
amiri jeans and za inside my bag i walk around like dora
[hook: drenchszn]
bad b*tches iced out necklace, diamonds on my chain
this b*tch shaking ass they all scream my name
trap phone jumping, plays call my phone for that mary jane
get them p’s off exotic man you know i do my thing
what you know about taking risks and tryn’ make it back
f*cking up the e*way doing 50′ b*tch we in a cat
got old running n*ggas turnimg za but i serve them plat
the ghost go for like 600 i said f*ck it i’ma still tax

[verse 2: drop1]
an opp just died i’m tryn’ play the funeral like nino paid
the rick pants hanging low like the money i just made
i went state to state after highschool ain’t think about a trade
not home trained this b*tch tryn; eat my d*ck on live like ekane
ain’t leaving the heat but we swapped the 22 for the 10 i feel like jimmy
these yall favorite rap n*ggas that’s signing indie deals for 50
if i don’t got a half ticket when im 20 they can k!ll me
you know youtube can’t tell you how the the drac fit in the skinny’s
the a.p. bussing like the lights on i got on dark shadow on my shoe
how the f*ck i make a clean sprite do the woo woo woo
imma ball til i got grey hairs and wrinkles uncle drew
im the type n*gga you let ya b*tch f*ck like adam 22

[verse 3: drop1]
and they wanna book me for streams, but i made n*ggas twitch like asian ray
thought he was a warrior felt the 10 and learned the hardaway
you ever hit that road like will levis made a dumb ass play
41 pointers on the a.p. saddiq bey
beefing with a rap n*gga dangerous fully drac give a n*gga amnesia
lil bro ran out the door, i gave him a piece of mind like lil caesars’
sh*t them baby bottles really be for kids i need a liter
we put n*ggas down on tape like mia khalifa
this b*tch keep thanking god for me well she ain’t welcome
them hammer heads we nail em, still [?]
i can’t drop my window get close to the sh*lls no hamburger helper
i ain’t see a head them n*ggas hating on drop like h*llen keller no fitted n*gga
i’m supposed to be thanking god for me but i can’t thank myself
n*gga you broke tryn make a living off of rap just k!ll yourself
i’m happy i never did no crime with these n*ggas they tattle tale
we let the b*tton off on a n*gga he half baked like dave chapelle

- drop1 lyrics

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