J. Oso - drop

They wouldn't give me a thousand dollars in the ATM
I had to get... eight hundred is their limit
And I didn't want all these twenties
I wanted hundred dollar bills
Turning through the hills with the brights on
Shorty want the pipe with the lights on
Told her that we'd vibe if she ride to my fight song
Got a lot of plans for tonight and the night long
I just waved bye bye bye to the life I knew
I can't stay high tide, what I rightful do
Would ya say my genres right for you
No right to choose
I write the tune and did it anyway
She be bouncing on me crazy like a featherweight
Made her go 'woah' like a renegade
She take it in slow, then we roll, then we medicate
She know that it's real I'm designed like a heavyweight
OK
I need my pick of the Wraith or the Ghost
I mailed my last invitation by post
I'm taking flights from the coast to the coast
Just to give her the Delta while sitting in coach
Fuck with me
Got the vax and I paid my penny
Rigged the stacks, and then I came back winning
And I can't remain in these these fake ass cities
Who am I kidding
Get a defender together
Get a developer ready
Get it to Ed, Edd, and Eddy
It's not offending me any
Get back to sending Miami city til I
Drop
I been getting caught, sitting round talking my shit
This is the tip of the iceberg
This just the tip of my dick
Ask if she drinks at my table
Ask why's she late to the crib
Ugh
Ask her if she is familiar
with all the taste of my kids
Man this got crazy
He got the big forehead
He's serving it up like he live in the wild
He got the persona
I'm getting uneasy
He shooting a vid in the jail and he's stylin
Wasn't he wildin out
Getting sushi with people that leeching the time with him
Right bout the time that they doubted him
Muddy waters and I'm diving in
Yeah
Sicko mode'in my dear
Roll up to the Micky Ds
Like "you know why I'm here"
Hey
I am not starting no trouble
Unless it is coming to me
All limitations can go home
All invitations are coming to me
Your version of a bad bitch
Look like cabbage patch
Complexion like a dab of ranch
Collectin bills in plastic bags
She ran up my tab
She go grabbing her bag
The birds and the bees
In the back of the cab
The bigger the dreams
The bigger the man

Written by:
Justin Schulman

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