Deej - Drop Top (feat. Amac)

Dreaming bout twenties and hundreds and fifties
Banded up in shoeboxes come and fuck wit me
I got a white bitch and she all bout her Brittney
When she get what she want shake her ass and her titties
She said my jewlery glow like electric
Diamonds on my ear a sapphire my necklace
If you wanna plot better know it get hectic
Have hittas with aks hop out of a lexus
Jay got the lean
Woulda thought we in Memphis
I Got the white
Woulda thought Pablo checked in
Niggas been talking like niggas like niggas bout flexing
Until I pull up with the fucking extension
We call and collect if we call to collect it
We retrospective cursed adolescence
Sip on yo essence
Down like depressants
Step in my section you must have a death wish
Up in a hotbox its a drop top only drop top when we fuck around and bopbop
Hop out the crib rock in my sock jump down the block woulda thought a nigga playing Hopscotch
Hopped out the drop top with the block
whats up
Down to pop opps yea you know we keep the hotspot
Got the crock pot yea you know we whipping agua
Add that baking soda now we flip it to the blanca
Don't run from an opp onky from a cop cop
Down the block to get rollup from a fuckin ock ock
What's that
Wait nah I don't want to hear the blah blah
Hop up on the beat make her sleep counting bah bahs
I Count dollars till manana
yall count sheep that be bahbah
Bad bitch she call me dada
I'm a creep she a freak
Let me holla
Yea she call me papa
But I ain't her father
Mixed it mastered boast and post
You spit bullshit while mine's corrosive
My like stick like a licked a post it
Leave corroded inds sick from this lyrical potion
Probably play with your brain like I trained hypnosis
Now you see me everyday like a paid promotion
Ain't no joke shit only came to choke shit
I been going through the motions while I slash their throats in
Up in a hotbox its a drop top only drop top when we fuck around and bopbop
Hop out the crib rock in my sock jump down the block woulda thought a nigga playing hopscotch
Hopped out the drop top with the block
Whats' up
Down to pop opps yea you know we keep the hotspot
Got the crock pot yea you know we whipping agua
Add that baking soda now we flip it to the blanca

Written by:
Alexander McCann, Donald Betterbed

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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