3100 Heem - Drop Top (feat. EliTheFinesseGuy!)

We just seen an opp
We dropped the top
We had to let it go
Finesse guy posted in the cut
He bound to wipe a nigga nose
And when we pull up on that block
You know we we bound to up the score
Amp-69 on me I'm finna shoot his fro
Fuck that shoot his bro
Cause both them niggas hoes
Pull up with that
(Gunshots)
He a ghost
Strapped up in this bitch
Like I'm in call of duty ghost
Yeah them bullets take his soul
Yeah we pull up to his home
Imma pull up on your block
And I'm screaming out yoo
I don't think they ready
Tell me stop but I just go
Shawty bad as fuck
She want designer head to toe
Shawty tryna fuck with me
She know AGNB with me
Told them guard up I'm clutch
Left a lil Nigga in the dust
Knocking it out
And I'm beating it up
And I'm thinking she's having enough
And lil shorty talk too much
I just sit back roll my blunt
Bitch I'm Eli The Finesse Guy
I finessed him out his stuff
And it's 31 Heem
Glock hold thirty with a beam
Hit his noggin make him lean
Finesse guy pop out hit his spleen
Bitch I'm numb can't feel a thing
That choppa make him sing
These niggas swear they solid
Get caught up & then they sing
You niggas not solid
You niggas not poppin
Catch me a opp
Drop the top
And I pop it
That boy say he gangsta
That boy need to stop it
If the plug got the za
You know imma cop it
When it comes to the money
You know imma hawk it
Pull out the strap
Make it blow like a rocket
Movin with sticks
We ain't talkin hockey
Heem slow down
You be too cocky
Fuck that shit
I'm on my shit got a problem
You get hit with this stick
Imma pull up with a Glock 26
Imma pull up & bust at your clique
He said he gon do what?
That Nigga a bitch
Drop the top & we slidin with it
If I see a opp imma hop out the whip
I don't give a fuck, imma knock off his wig
Im turning up, I'm too lit in this bitch
I'm balling out, I don't need no assist
I victim my opps like deceased & assist
Letting it click, if you talk on the clique
Why is you even tryna talk on the gang
Cleaning him up like that boy was a stain
I dropped the top now the coupe got no brain
Now I feel ghost but I'm letting it bang
Pull up on the gang
We leaving a stain, yeah
Shoot that lil boy in the head
Send that lil boy to Topanga
AGNB in this bitch
You know we deep like the rangers
I'm banging red like trippie
Bitch you know I got the bangers
Bitch we came up out the trenches
And we make it look good
Really jugging really robbing
Yet we made it look good
Really came up out the hood
Don't get that misunderstood
Put them racks up on his head
I will have him gone for good
We had a drop, so we shot at his top
That boy be dirty hit em with the mop
These niggas be scary they calling the cops
31 Heem that Nigga a Ahk
That boy say he gangster
That boy is a jock
We feeding him hallows
We making him rot
Cook that lil boy out his ass in the pot
Dropping the top, & this shit gon be hot
Bitch we came up out the trenches
And we make it look good
Really jugging really robbing
Yet we made it look good
Really came up out the hood
Don't get that misunderstood
Put them racks up on his head
I will have him gone for good

Written by:
Elijah Jones, Ibrahim Toure

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