Dropout

Maxo Kream

歌词

Four door

Chevy stow low

Was a drop-top

Slide 'em whole city

Scoop a hoe, she a snot thot

Pigeon-toed yellow-bone hoe in a crop top

Pink rose scoota with the pole on the opp block

Like a dumb shoot, dirty clip, it's a drop out

Hit 'em in his leg in his back with the fire fire

N*gga, I'm the plug in connectin', like WiFi

Lot of n*ggas' pussy, so the n*gga got nine lives

Knowing when we shooting, bitch we scootin', no drive-bys

She gave me the side-eye, now she call me dada

I been gettin' money since a n*gga rockin' dada

Just turned the beat on, and I turned the heat on

The name ain't Kelly, but a lot of n*ggas' peon

Checkin' out the bag, 'cause the gas lookin' neon

B*tch got that ass, I ain't passin', I'ma beat on

Your boyfriend a simp he a motherf*ckin' peon

I'm brokin' from the bitch, now the hoe got peed on

Runnin' miles with the diems

Take my chain off, mix the frost with the

Ayy, heard a n*gga say he having bricks, sh*t, we need it

Send a bitch, he a trick tryna see where he be at

I been getting funds in the slums where we be at

With a big ol' bag going dumb on a biatch

How you gon' act like he be in the trap, strapped up with the gat?

F*ck n*gga, be real

Saying n*gga

Tryna get his cash back 'cause the pills wasn't real

N*gga do that cappin' like he really make it happen

When it come down to that action, n*ggas ain't on sh*t

Better be lucky that I'm rappin' 'cause if that ain't never happen

N*gga still be out here jacking tryna take yo sh*t

You just do the math, got tools in the stash

N*gga doing arts and crafts, tryna paint yo sh*t

Got cuttas for the sucka n*ggas ain't on this

And I come for the gutta, finna bank on this

K looking like a flag how it hang on clips

Thot tryna give me top, want the brain, that's it

Shootin' oops with the mop stick, Blood got the snub

Every time somebody dies, they always asking where we was

I was youngin', Big Mo, U was sippin' POCs

Smokin' trill OG, yes bag Bun B

No Limit trap house pressin' yellow like pee

I'm a real deal killa doin' murda like Cs

Lil Yachty QC wholesale with the P

Bust a AP nah like four GPS

Put it back in the A, Coach K with the play

Split it three ways, take off ey Quay

We don't love these hoes, we just want they dough (Get the dough)

I've been sipping long, now I'm feelin' slow (Feelin' slow)

I'm all kinda throwed

You know how this go

(I don't know)

Not like dominos, pass it to my bro

(Vamonos)