Str8tDrop – Straight Drop Lyrics

And she give me head like a Durag
Skirt off da lot, bitch I just copped I new jag
Been ina da kitchen, you know dat I do dat
Been on da block, like my name was lol do dat
Just copped a whip
It's blue and it's black 
Look at da drip
Gave her heart attack
Dey tryn figure where I started at
Straight from da bottom real live no cap
I was down bad, I couldn't adapt
I just got up, had to get to da racks
Plug bring me shipment
Dey wrapping da packs
My young niggas jug it 
den bring dat shit back
I like to pop rubberbands a lot
Dese rubber bands can't hold my knots
Bad lil bitch and she dance a lot
Thief in tha Knight like I'm sir Lancelot
Almost lost it all, by a landslide
Down lil chick, foreva gon ride
By any means getting it Bonnie Clyde 
My enemies envy me
Stay wit da Fiy
Smoking on good gas dats fiy
Hurry up I got a meeting a five
Last year dey rather seen me do time
Dis year I done got back on my grind
Miss me wit da bullshit dnt got time
All of my niggas dey stay wit dat iron
Bro been juggin pints since we was like nine
Off wit his head wit dat carbine 45
Boy you a loser
All my niggas win
F*ck nigga got it
I'm spinning a bin
I'm whipping fishes
I don't see a fin
I'm in da booth
And I dnt need a pen
Just hit a bin and it don't got no limit
Bro got da Ps, like he bang wit no limit
Get more den 3, den we dropping the ticket
My money Yao , yo shit is midget
Thought we was done but bitch dis just a snippet
Dese boys keep checking me dey wanna mimic
Hot ina booth thought this shit was a skillet
Pop me a 30 & now dat boy itchin
Palms itchin had to get da dinero
Hopped on the beat wit my nigga Pharoah
My bro Edwardo I be wit da Vatos
I got that straight crunch like a taco
Fucked on dat bitch so I know she is nachos
Realest out Str8tDrop used to Just Jo
Rubberband man so my wrist movin quick
Don't be in da club but still f*ck up da Vip
My niggas slimey 
Lil nigga dey do ya
Boy you fake
Only flex on computer
I play it smart
So I got a shoota
I still got hollows for points to be proven
Neighbors mad at us
But we ain't moving
We got da whole block, boomin
How I came up you would think I robbed Loomis
Chill fit buss em wit da Pumas
How I drip
Shit I need me a clip
Bodied dat bitch
Put em in a ditch
Do dirty by my lonely, can't deal wit no snitch
Plug hit my phone
Like Wade what's the the sitch
Wan hang wit da clique 
But dat nigga a bitch
Dat boy was sweet so we made em a lick
Put dat bitch on da rip
Cause dat bitch on my dick
She bring back da blues
And she don't get no dick
She say I'm choosin
Dnt give a shit
You gon hang wit a boss if you Wanna be rich
I'm fin make a hit
So lil bitch hold da clip 
And bitch
I been legit since I was a Lil jit