GMO Stax and Nardo Wick - Da Drop

(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
Gang
(The fuck got into you?)
GMO, CMO

Give me the drop, I'm pullin' up
Where the drank? Let's pour it up
I'm still workin' hard all twenty-four 'cause I ain't did enough
Know some youngins damn near spinned a hundred times, that ain't enough
Know some youngins who don't even want the cash, get it in blood
Probably did tell you that I love you, I was high as fuck
Streets changed and I changed, I can't even show no love
Play pussy, get fucked, 'til the A.M. countin' up
I don't touch it 'til the money touch the ceiling, stack it up

Ski masked, fully tucked, ain't stoppin' 'til I catch me somethin'
When I drop, the murder rate increase, I turn them tweakers up
Body drop up on the Westside, bitch, they gon' blame us
Get well soons and R.I.P.s all I see on Instagram
7.62, 5.56s hit his ass, he gon' be dead
545s did him, this long-ass chopper gon' park a whip
I'm the type to go do a drill, then hit the booth and talk my shit
'Fore I start chasin' M's, was chasin' niggas down with that ten milli'
Swingin' choppers out a Bentley, we ain't payin' for no hit
We gon' put him in a blender
We gon' keep on spinnin' blocks, don't give a fuck 'bout bein' dizzy

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

You either with us or you ain't
We gon' spin until we can't
Okay, right now, he alive
We gon' spin until he ain't
See this nigga starin' hard
Blow this bitch, I bet he blink
See he in that water loafin'
Blow the boat, I bet he sink
Blow the boat and watch him soak
Blow his throat and watch him choke
Point the stick and keep on pressin' like I got a broke remote
Niggas bitches, niggas ho
Niggas funny, niggas jokes
And, yeah, my nina a thot, this bitch is known for snatchin' souls
Uh, W-I-C-K-E-D, you niggas know what's up with me
I'm like poison ivy, consequences come with touchin' me
"Nardo can we squash the beef?"
No, bitch, you shouldn't've played with me

Give me the drop, I'm pullin' up
Where the drank? Let's pour it up
I'm still workin' hard all twenty-four 'cause I ain't did enough
Know some youngins damn near spinned a hundred times, that ain't enough
Know some youngins who don't even want the cash, get it in blood
Probably did tell you that I love you, I was high as fuck
Streets changed and I changed, I can't even show no love
Play pussy, get fucked, 'til the A.M. countin' up
I don't touch it 'til the money touch the ceiling, stack it up

Written by:
Damauri Carter, Horace Bernard Walls III, Tye Gibson

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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