Lil Pimp Square - Drop Out High

You think it's funny dude
I think it's funny to
Everybody laughing
Till them reprocussions coming through
Pockets feeling weak
I'm getting hungry
This ain't nothin new
Focused on the bigger things
Til I got them coming true
I don't want no fake friends
I can't have no dumb bitch
This type of stuff don't make sense
Only leads to fuck shit
Ones that you gon hang with
Must be the ones you duck wit
I bet you on some fake shit
Down bad and can't uplift
I think you weak as hell
Y'all don't got bars
You pushing sticks
They from a tree that fell
Pick em part
They all on the list
So ima leave' em pale
Dug in the dark when it was a risk
So if I see it fail
Be the one to keep It stale
and I don't want no contradictions
So I guess I'm keeping it G
Ain't have no pot to piss in
So I put that shit where they eat
Said we was talking different
It just took a minute to believe
Built this shit up on my own
So if I'm dipping I won't Greave
And I ain't hating I'm just saying
That we both got different goals
You been hanging with the snakes
I tend to hang up with the goats
Caught slippen
Getting swazey bout the ways that you done chose
Give it a minute
Once it hit you gon be laying on the floor
Once chinx said how to get rich I really figured out
Cause it ain't about the love as long as ya dick n her mouth
You moving solids
When everybody else tripping around
I keep it honest
Cause fronting won't bring you shit but just down
I came along way
From I use to be
Say it truthfully
The score is 2 - 0
This song will probably be your eulogy
A king I ain't worried ima god ain't no ruling me
Facades what they putting on as jobs
Ain't no fooling me
I tend to stick right by my side
Ain't no loosing it
Climb ima reach up to them heights
End up shooting it
Devine know they see me
When it times they'll be moving it
I'm fine but I know a few who died just for proving it
Lying what they doing all the time getting used it
Gon shine over Mf signs that ain't doing it
Small talk
No understanding
What I been planning
Got 'em all shocked
Leaving 'em damaged
There ain't no bandage
For yo small block
Me I won't be working for the thrown
If I want it I'ma take it prolly carry that shit home
Never tripping keep it solid
Till they take me out the zone
Lotta bitches calling
So I'm never picking up the phone
Gon fly away to Maine
Link up in the city
Another day we steady breaking change
Y'all can throw whatever that you want
Bet I'm gon stay in lane
Crazy you can't say the same
Big dawg status
Like I'm guala
Trynna pave the way
this hoe done got a wood addiction
Think I need some help
Can't make no good decisions
Trynna heal alone
She hit my phone
That ain't no good addition
Plotting on low
I find the tone
And put my foot up in it
Fucking up game
Bob the builder prolly couldn't fix it
How yall gon front and and boast about being a dope a rapper
Ain't getting money for yo shows think you a dope capper
I keep it calm ain't ever trippen bout some hoes
Cause mom said I'd win a competition for being the most dapper

Written by:
Dylan Goodman

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find