Droppin Tears

歌詞

Dropping bodies, we ride out, they dropping tears Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player I'll buy an Opp pack and blow that shit in the air They talk about me, but I don't care Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear With a bad bitch, the wind blowing through her hair Pop me a pill, just like Wheezy I'm Outta Here Battling all of my darkest fears My price make them scratch on they head, but they book me Stayed on my grind, ten years is what it took me Like I left the oven on, I'm burning cookies Say they gon' touch me, I wish that they would Walk with my chest out, I never get shook I work the pot like I know how to cook Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could Keep me a stick, I ain't knocking on wood Never Rely on my look when I pop out I make a call, they gon' pull up and hop out Paint you, we draw for the choppa like chop chop Slide in the Vert, we gon' shoot out the drop top 50 round drum, turn his shirt to a crop top Like a track meet doing laps on the opp block Don't beat my meat, I be fucking on thot thots Flooded out fully, no, this ain't no stop watch My whip expensive, can't go through a car wash Bought it in cash, took it right off the car lot Smoke out the pound, got some pressure to burn off Got money counters I don't gotta turn off If checks are involved then you know I'm all for it Slide in the Aventador lifting my doors My shooter got a mop, but it's not for the floor Your girl come around, make her walk on all fours Dropping bodies, we ride out, they dropping tears Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player I'll buy an Opp pack and blow that shit in the air They talk about me, but I don't care Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear With a bad bitch, the wind blowing through her hair Pop me a pill, just like Wheezy I'm Outta Here Battling all of my darkness fears My price make them scratch on they head, but they book me Stayed on my grind, ten years it what it took me Like I left the oven on, I'm burning cookies Say they gon' touch me, I wish that they would Walk with my chest out, I never get shook I work the pot like I know how to cook Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could Keep me a stick, I ain't knocking on wood